Ghazal-02

A restless aching heart that throbs with Love Is my lifeʹs only stock and hoard. Your joys of life consist of wealth and gold That worldly Science and Arts to you afford.

The marvel wrought by thinkers wise and sage Consists of problems stiff that thought provoke: Mount Sinai, Pharoahʹs rout and Mosesʹ Staff Are miracles worked by those who God invoke.

I have conferred a Muslimʹs name on you For sake of courtesy, custom and routine: Though your breath is quite bereft of heat Of Reckoning Day that shall emit blazing sheen.

My vest is torn to shreds and pieces since long And this is due to my mindʹs frenzy great: Your mind is still intact and sound, Wherefore impute the blame to me and slate?

You ought to keep your words within control, If you seek the bounteous glance of guide: When you talk with those who insight own, Be courteous much, by conduct nice abide.

That nation cannot come to shame at all, Nor shall eʹer come across or face disgrace, Whose youth are blessed with pluck and courage great, And guard with zeal the prestige of their race.