Spring November 28, 2007
Posted by Farzana Naina in Ik Ladki ko, Photography, Slide Shows.Tags: Ik Ladki ko, Photography, Slide Show, Spring
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And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.Oh, give us pleasure in the orcahrd white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
To which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends he will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.
I blow across the sea,
For me, the sailor’s flag unfurled,
For me, the uprooted tree.
My challenge to the world is hurled;
The world must bow to me.
I drive the clouds across the sky,
I huddle them like sheep;
Merciless shepherd-dog am I
And shepherd-watch I keep.
If in the quiet vales they lie
I blow them up the steep.
Lo! In the tree-tops do I hide,
In every living thing;
On the moon’s yellow wings I glide,
On the wild rose I swing;
On the sea-horse’s back I ride,
And what then do I bring?
And when a little child is ill
I pause, and with my hand
I wave the window curtain’s frill
That he may understand
Outside the wind is blowing still;
…It is a pleasant land.
O stranger in a foreign place,
See what I bring to you.
This rain–is tears upon your face;
I tell you–tell you true
I came from that forgotten place
Where once the wattle grew,–
All the wild sweetness of the flower
Tangled against the wall.
It was that magic, silent hour….
The branches grew so tall
They twined themselves into a bower.
The sun shown… and the fall
Of yellow blossom on the grass!
You feel that golden rain?
Both of you could not hold, alas,
(both of you tried, in vain)
A memory, stranger. So I pass….
It will not come again
ایک لڑکی کـو دیکهـا تو ایسـا لگا
جیسے کهلتا گلاب
جیسے شـاعـر کا خـواب
جیسے اجلی کـرن
جیسے بن مـیں ہرن
جیسے چاندنی رات
جیسے نرمـی کی بات
جیسے مـندر مـیں ہو ایک جلتا دیا
ایک لڑکی کـو دیکهـا تو ایسـا لگا
جیسے صبحوں کا روپ
جیسے سـردی کی دهـوپ
جیسے وینا کی تان
جیسے رنگوں کی جان
جیسے بل کھائے بیل
جیسے لہـروں کا کهیل
جیسے خـوشبو لیے آئے ٹهـنڈی ہوا
ایک لڑکی کـو دیکهـا تو ایسـا لگا
جیسے ناچتا مـور
جیسے ریشـــم کی ڈور
جیسے پریوں کا راگ
جیسے سـندل کے آگ
جیسے سـولہـا سـنگار
جیسے رس کے پهـوہار
جیسے آهسـته آهسـته بڑهـتا نشـا
ایک لڑکی کـو دیکهـا تو ایسـا لگا