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Neither have I
greed nor a vested interest
Neither a preacher, nor a scholar, nor a
leader am I On the dusty path am I sitting
like a spectator
A wanderer and a free saint am I
Those who go by racing to their destination
Look at me and ask," who are you, oh
homewrecker"
Where is you destination and what is your
purpose?
A verse, a smile is my only answer
What I have craved and looked for a long
time
Is a rare pearl, no where to be found
Sometimes I turn to the West and sometimes
to Arabia,
My restless heart does not let me sit in
peace
When I felt heavy with the company of
friends
My wild nature made me turn to the forest
The sad midnight song and agony at the crack
of dawn
Was my only solace and companion
Sometimes the northern wind played a tune
with my heart
Sometimes the morning stars woke me up
Sometimes I have slept in the love's lap
Driven by a drifting cloud or moon like
thorns
Blessed by the wealth of roses, lilies and
tulips
My pockets are forever full and I am rich
now
Living in a beautiful ambience of thought
and verse
I have translated abstract into mirror of
reality.
A single verse
provides a solace hundred times over
Like a drop of honey carries in itself the
heart of the young garden
Like the saffron scent symbolizes the beauty
of Kashmir
Like a scent emanating from the naval of a
deer is a clue to the fragrance of the
jungle.
I have lighted a lamp to provide an outlet
to the fire burning in my chest
I felt the pain in my heart only then did
create the lotus
I have found leisure in the midst of
countless avocations
Like a lotus rising to the water surface
My verses are not a commodity for sale in
bazaar It is a wealth of thoughts and a
saint's prized possession
I have
witnessed many a viscitude
Now I deserve a glance from my beloved.
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