To those human beings who are of any concern to me, I wish suffering, desolation, sickness, ill treatment, indignities, profound self-contempt, the torture of self-mistrust, and the wretchedness of the vanquished.
It was a quiet way - He asked if I was his - I made no answer of the tongue But answer of the eyes - And then He bore me on Before this mortal noise With swiftness, as of Chariots and distance, as of Wheels. This World did drop away As acres from the feet of one that leaneth from Balloon Upon an Ether Street. The Gulf behind was not, The Continents were new - Eternity was due. No Seasons were to us - It was not Night nor Morn - But Sunrise stopped upon the place And Fastened in Dawn.
vo kuch khte h to shayri ban jaati h,
vo rote h to gazal ban jaati h,
vo chlte hai to kayamat aa jaati h,
vo hste h to kliyan khil jaati h,
aur takdeer ka khel dekhiye ki hum kuch gaate bhi h to log khte h ki vo dekho ro rha h.
Gazab kiya, tere wade pe aitabar kiya
tamam raat qayamat ka intezar kiya
hansa hansa ke shab-e-vasl ashk-bar kiya
tasalliyan mujhe de-de ke beqarar kiya
hum aise mahv-e-nazara na the jo hosh aata
magar tumhare tagaful ne hoshiyar kiya
fasana-e-shab-e-gam un ko ek kahani thi
kuch aitabar kiya aur kuch na-aitabar kiya
ye kis ne jalva hamare sar-e-mazar kiya
ki dil se shor utha, hae! beqarar kiya
tadap phir ae dil-e-nadan, ki gair kahate hain
aakhir kuch na bani, sabr ikhtiyar kiya