Hindustani Lyrics Part 6

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Even in the Kaaba courts my heart was moved, Brooding upon the idol that I loved, Mourning its loss. Now like a bird am I, That painted in a picture cannot fly Nor move nor sing; my heart is so outworn With all the lingering sorrow I have borne.

Within my heart thy presence I have felt, Within mine eyes, Beloved, thou hast dwelt For long long days. Who taught thee for a shrine To choose a heart so desolate as mine?

Long time I told my friends my bitter grief, And in the telling sought to find relief; In silence now instead I take my rest, And find that peace and loneliness are best.

MIR TAQI.

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Wherever the Beloved looks she stirs Trouble and longing sore and eager breath And deep desire in all her wors.h.i.+ppers, And some for her have drunk the cup of Death.

O Night of Separation, darkest night Of deepest grief, thy cruelty shall cease; To-morrow I shall greet the dawning light Within the city of Eternal Peace.

O threatening Whirlwind rolling on thy way, I shall unloose thy knot, if thou but dare With angry gusts to toss and disarray A single curl of the Beloved's hair.

Sometimes her beauty goads and maddens me, I cannot bear her cruel loveliness, But turn her mirror that she may not see; Why should I let her double my distress?

Hearken, O Momin, all thy life is done!

In idol-wors.h.i.+p at the Temple thou Hast spent thy days, and thus thy years have run: How canst thou call thyself a Muslim now?

MOMIN.

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I, like a wandering bubble, Am blown here and there s.h.i.+fting and changing and fas.h.i.+oned Of water and air.

Thou turnest thy face, O Beloved, I cannot tell why, Art thou shy of a mirror, Beloved?

Thy mirror am I!

When over her face she unloosened The dusk of her hair, What need had the world of the cloud-wreaths, They fled in despair.

MUSHAFI.

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No man hath ever pa.s.sed Into the Country of Eternal Rest With every longing stilled.

Who hath not lingering cast Long looks behind, and in his eager breast Held many a secret yearning unfulfilled?

Ah, Mushafi, to thee Silence and thought in solitude are best, For thou hast known That laurel crowns are idle vanity; There is no worldly rank thou covetest, And what to thee is Suleiman's high throne?

MUSHAFI.

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Where has my childhood gone, where are its placid years?

For cruel youth hath brought pa.s.sion and bitter tears.

To the Creator now I from the dust complain-- Beauty, the thing he made, brings with it only pain.

Long I desired and dreamed, waiting with eager breath, But ere she came to me, Fate sent the sleep of Death.

To G.o.d as servitor I my devotion gave, Now Love hath taken me, bound me to be his slave.

I, Muztar, die with grief, yearning unsatisfied, Still hangs the purdah's fold I cannot draw aside, Nor lift the needless veil woven of shame and pride.

MUZTAR.

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The fire of love I for my idol know Within my bosom hides, As in the mountain 'neath its crust of snow The flame abides.

Long have I yearned in vain to kiss her feet, I lay my weary head Down in the dust, that thus my lips may greet Where she may tread.

No wealth have I, but like the moth I live: Since love demands a price, I, like the moth, have but my life to give In sacrifice.

How has my bird-like soul been stricken low, Pierced to the very heart!

My love has used instead of bolt and bow A deadlier dart.

NASIKH.

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The wound upon my heart glows bright and clear With such a steady and unwavering light That in the darkness I shall have no fear And need no lamp to guide my steps aright.