Sunday, December 12, 2010

Poetry

* Fareed, this world is beautiful, but there is a thorny garden within it.
* Fareed, do not turn around and strike those who strike you with their fists.
* Fareed, when there is greed, what love can there be? When there is greed, love is false.

Farid Kaaley maindey kaprey, kaala mainda wais,
Gunahan Bharehan main pheraan, Lok kahain dervish

Laden with my load of misdeeds, I move about in the garb of black garments. And the people see me and call me a dervish.

Galian chikkar door ghar, naal payarey neouney,
challaan tey bhijjay kambli, rahan ta jaaey neouney

My promise with my love, a long way to go and a muddy lane ahead If I move I spoil my cloak; if I stay I break my word.

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