Ghazal-05

O fearless wave, at bed Of river gems are found. What are the gifts of coast? There dust and thorns abound.

The temper of lightning flash That darts, my spark contains, But still your bed of reeds Is moist and sap retains.

The age in which you live Is influenced by you: To spheres that ever spin, It can no way be due.

I have come ʹcross in life Men with such craze and pluck; They could darn with much ease The rents produced by Luck.

That man is toper fine, Who owes, no debt to wine: Such men are very few, They raise no cry or hue.

The East has taverns still Where you can find such wine, Which makes perception dull With grandeur gleam and shine.

Men with vision bright For West have hope so slight: The hearts of West arenʹt chaste For actions good havenʹt taste.