CONTENTS
URDU POEMSTo Satan’s Advisory Council The Satan
An Advice of Old Baluch To His Son
The Late Masood (Sir Ross Masood)
QUATRAINS
What fruits I will get of my cravings great?
From wordly worries give him a rest
Change the whole world’s evenings and dawns
I’m envied by rich in a poor state too
Beware! the wisdom’s shallow show
Iqbal once said to Sheikh of Holy home
The cravings are cold of the uproars old
The talk of a Muslim is always sweet
From knowledge of thorns and buds which shoot
Talk not of friendship and partings, so
Thy river keeps not, no tempest why?
If the wisdom ever sees from hearts’ inner sight
Some times from oceans rise like a wave
The Amannensis of Mullah Zaighum
Thy fonts quick silver bewails with grace
The death is a stone whose name is bondage
Being slave, weak and poor, hark’ the Kashmir calls
When the blood of nations from pride is glow
In quail’s flight looks the hawk’s grandeur and grace
The wonders of sufis are known to sots too
Get out from tombs, revive rites of Hussain
Well if you took it a drop of blood
Opened when in garden the ‘Rose’ bookshop
A free mans s veins are hard like the stone’s veins
All mystics and common to self know not
The whole world shook from actions they played
A sign of live nation this is the ‘Age’
How a heathen like, you play the life’s game
A trade, ‘West’s conscience, ‘hermitage’ in, East
O land of flowers! no need to tell more
Whom self’s ken taught to keep his being away
Get a higher will and a burning heart
To this poor man of town pay special heed
URDU POEMS