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هزار جان به ارادت تو را همیجویند
تو سنگدل به لطافت دلی نمیجویی
hezār jān be erādat to rā hamī jūyand
to sangdel be latāfat delī nemī jūyī
A thousand souls seek you with devotion;
You, stone-hearted, do not seek a heart with tenderness.
– Saadi
aapke bs 4 follower reh gaye, hein?
O, beloved mother.
there's a kashmiri folk song we used to listen to together. gar zuv ti mangham peshkash bu thaav'ai tyeth na zanh kar bu inkaar mouji.
And if you ever ask for my life, I shall present it to you.
I shall never disrespect your plea, o mother.
nāvak-andāz jidhar dīda-e-jānāñ hoñge
nīm-bismil kaī hoñge kaī be-jāñ hoñge
Wherever the beloved’s arrow-shooting glance falls,
some will be half-slaughtered, some will be lifeless.
– Momin
gozārande-ye naqsh-e dībā-ye rūm
konad naqsh-e dībācha rā moshk būm
The painter of the design of Roman brocade,
Makes the design of the preface fragrant as musk.
– Nizami
ham muwwahid haiñ hamārā kesh hai tark-e-rusūm
millateñ jab mit gayīñ ajza-e-imāñ ho gayīñ
We believe in the unity of God, and rituals we renounce;
When communities wither away, they merge into a single faith.
– Ghalib
majnūn torā qeble-ye ejābat ze do'ā būd
hengām-e do'ā rut be hayy mi-konam emshab
For Majnun, your prayer was the axis of acceptance,
Tonight at the time of prayer, I turn my face to the living one.
– Orfi
I'm sitting in an orchard and a mango fell down. I ate it. The nectar was beyond saccharine.
Perhaps the orchard knew you were waiting, and the mango was not fallen; it was a gift from the tree for you.
Mera kuch bhi nahi tha,
bas chand adhoore din the, kuch be-sile khwaab.
Tum aaye toh laga jaise
kisi ne meri mutthi mein poora aasmaan rakh diya ho.
I had nothing of my own,
only a handful of incomplete days and a few unanswered dreams.
Then you came, and it felt as if
someone had placed the entire sky within my clasped hands.
agar torkast o tājikast bedo in bande nazdīkast
cho jān bā tan valīkan tan nabinad hich mar jān rā
Whether he is Turk or Tajik this servant is close to him;
Like soul with body, but the body never sees the soul.
– Mevlana Rumi