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[shadowofbeautiful]

care to translate anyone????

cant read the urdu poems

anyways two more:
first one:

As I felt your hot sweet breath,
The ice within melted,
As I felt your tender touch,
The pain within receded.
As I felt your passion so strong,
The hurt & fear were gone.
Your strength gave me life,
Your sorrow mine,
Your life in me,
Mine in you.

second one:

Kyah iss Viraan Gulshan meh, kabi koi kali kehle ghi?
Kyah voh haansi keh mousam,
Phir seh bahaar bunn keh guun gunaayeh geh?
Kyah voh muhabbbat keh mousam loeteeh geh?

a bit worried

[PS:Annonymous]

One day You will
take my heart
completely and
make it more fiery
than a dragon.
Your eyelashes will
write on my heart
the poem that
could never come
from the pen of a
poet.

Edited by Psychosaint, 03 February 2005 - 03:55 PM.

[PS:Annonymous]

Though every way I try
Her whim to satisfy,
Her every answering word
Is a pointed sword.

See how the blood drips
From Her finger-tips;
Why does She find it good
To wash in my blood?

[PS:Annonymous]

He set the world aflame,
And laid me on the same;
A hundred tongues of fire
Lapped round my pyre.

And when the blazing tide
Engulfed me, and I sighed,
Upon my mouth in haste
His hand He placed.

[PS:Annonymous]

Your earthy lover
can be charming
and coquettish but
never very faithful.
The true lover is
the one who on
your final day
opens a thousand
door.

First Part is true, the second yet to seen

[PS:Annonymous]

My soul and I went down to the great sea to bathe. And when we reached the shore, we went about looking for a hidden and lonely place.
But as we walked, we saw a man sitting on a grey rock taking pinches of salt from a bag and throwing them into the sea.
"This is the pessimist," said my soul, "Let us leave this place. We cannot bathe here."
We walked on until we reached an inlet. There we saw, standing on a white rock, a man holding a bejewelled box, from which he took sugar and threw it into the sea.
"And this is the optimist," said my soul, "And he too must not see our naked bodies."
Further on we walked. And on a beach we saw a man picking up dead fish and tenderly putting them back into the water.
"And we cannot bathe before him," said my soul. "He is the humane philanthropist."
And we passed on.
Then we came where we saw a man tracing his shadow on the sand. Great waves came and erased it. But he went on tracing it again and again.
"He is the mystic," said my soul, "Let us leave him."
And we walked on, till in a quiet cove we saw a man scooping up the foam and putting it into an alabaster bowl.
"He is the idealist," said my soul, "Surely he must not see our nudity."
And on we walked. Suddenly we heard a voice crying, "This is the sea. This is the deep sea. This is the vast and mighty sea." And when we reached the voice it was a man whose back was turned to the sea, and at his ear he held a shell, listening to its murmur.
And my soul said, "Let us pass on. He is the realist, who turns his back on the whole he cannot grasp, and busies himself with a fragment."
So we passed on. And in a weedy place among the rocks was a man with his head buried in the sand. And I said to my soul, "We can bathe here, for he cannot see us."
"Nay," said my soul, "For he is the most deadly of them all. He is the puritan."
Then a great sadness came over the face of my soul, and into her voice.

Sighhhh!!!!!!1

"Let us go hence," she said, "For there is no lonely, hidden place where we can bathe. I would not have this wind lift my golden hair, or bare my white bosom in this air, or let the light disclose my scared nakedness."
Then we left that sea to seek the Greater Sea.

this is the incomplete answer to the questions. the search continues

Edited by Psychosaint, 04 February 2005 - 06:02 PM.

[pakistanzindabaad]

the verse turneth khatarnaak...

[PS:Annonymous]

the verse turneth khatarnaak...

yehi hotaa hai,, khatarnaak hi naam hai es ka.

Edited by Psychosaint, 04 February 2005 - 08:04 PM.

[PS:Annonymous]

[PS:Annonymous]

[PS:Annonymous]

One of my Favorite

[minx]

NOT MINE..BUT..

naihang-o- azdaha -o-sher-e-narr mara, to kya mara?
barai moozi ko mara,nafs-e-ammara ko jo mara!

translation(ill try)

naihang=alligator, azdaha=snake, sher-e-narr=lion
moozi=lethal, nafs-e-ammara=dominant and persuasive nafs(i dont know the word for nafs)

well..
it means
its no big deal to kill a croc, a snake or a lion..
its about killing the lethal and persuasive"self-centered ego.."

[Pakistankhan]

makes no sense to me. Are they erotic poems??.

[Saira]

One of my Favorite

awsome !

[darksideofthemoon]

    awsome !

Minx, I see you visit www.urdupoetry.com too.

Lovely site, I must say ....

[Saira]

cheharaa meraa thaa nigaahen us kii
Khaamushii mein bhii vo baaten us kii

mere chehare pe Gazal likhatii gaiin
sher kahatii hui aaNkhen us kii

shoKh lamhon kaa pataa dene lagiin
tez hotii hui saaNsen us kii

aise mausam bhii guzaare ham ne
subahen jab apanii thiin shaamen us kii

dhyaan mein us ke ye aalam thaa kabhii
aaNkh mahataab kii yaaden us kii

faisalaa mauj-e-havaa ne likkhaa
aaNdhiyaaN merii bahaaren us kii

neend is soch se TuuTii aksar
kis tarah kaTatii hain raaten us kii

duur rah kar bhii sadaa rahatii hai
mujh ko thaame hue baahen us kii

Parveen Shakir

Edited by Saira Zafar, 10 February 2005 - 04:38 PM.

[darksideofthemoon]

cheharaa meraa thaa nigaahen us kii
Khaamushii mein bhii vo baaten us kii

mere chehare pe Gazal likhatii gaiin
sher kahatii hui aaNkhen us kii

shoKh lamhon kaa pataa dene lagiin
tez hotii hui saaNsen us kii

aise mausam bhii guzaare ham ne
subahen jab apanii thiin shaamen us kii

dhyaan mein us ke ye aalam thaa kabhii
aaNkh mahataab kii yaaden us kii

faisalaa mauj-e-havaa ne likkhaa
aaNdhiyaaN merii bahaaren us kii   

neend is soch se TuuTii aksar
kis tarah kaTatii hain raaten us kii

duur rah kar bhii sadaa rahatii hai
mujh ko thaame hue baahen us kii     

Parveen Shakir

Saira,

waaahhh, aaap ne to ye sher pesh kar ke dil dukha diya, bahut yaadein taza karwa di.

Anyways, this forum is very patriotic, and in that spirit accept this offering by Kaifi Azmi, who is the father of the famous Indian Actress Shabana Azmi :



vatan ke liye

yahii tohafaa hai yahii nazaraanaa
mai.n jo aavaaraa nazar laayaa huu.N
rang me.n tere milaane ke liye
qataraa-e-Khuun-e-jigar laayaa huu.N
ai gulaabo.n ke vatan

pahale kab aayaa huu.N kuchh yaad nahii.n
lekin aayaa thaa qasam khaataa huu.N
phuul to phuul hai.n kaa.NTo.n pe tere
apane ho.NTo.n ke nishaa.N paataa huu.N
mere Khvaabo.n ke vatan

chuum lene de mujhe haath apane
jin se to.Dii hai.n ka_ii zanjiire.n
tuune badalaa hai mashiyat kaa mizaaj
tuune likhii hai.n na_ii taqdiire.n
inqalaabo.n ke vatan

phuul ke baad naye phuul khile.n
kabhii Khaalii na ho daaman teraa
roshanii roshanii terii raahe.n
chaa.Ndanii chaa.Ndanii aa.ngan teraa
maahataabo.n ke vatan


peace

[darksideofthemoon]

kaun kahataa hai mohabbat kii zubaa.N hotii hai
Sahir Hoshiarpuri

kaun kahataa hai mohabbat kii zubaa.N hotii hai
ye haqiiqat to nigaaho.n se bayaa.N hotii hai

vo na aaye to sataatii hai Khalish sii dil ko
vo jo aaye to Khalish aur javaa.N hotii hai

ruuh ko shaad kare dil ko jo puranuur kare
har nazaare me.n ye ta.nviir kahaa.N hotii hai

zabt-e-sailaab-e-mohabbat ko kahaa.N tak roke
dil me.n jo baat ho aa.Nkho.n se ayaa.N hotii hai

zindagii ek sulagatii sii chitaa hai "Sahir"
sholaa ba.ntii hai na ye bhuj ke dhuaa.N hotii hai

[kuttay ki nihari]

heres my all time fav shair

manzl e ishq ki raahein koi hum se poochay
khiz kya jaanayghareeb aglay zamanay waalay

[Saira]

kaun kahataa hai mohabbat kii zubaa.N hotii hai
Sahir Hoshiarpuri

kaun kahataa hai mohabbat kii zubaa.N hotii hai
ye haqiiqat to nigaaho.n se bayaa.N hotii hai

vo na aaye to sataatii hai Khalish sii dil ko
vo jo aaye to Khalish aur javaa.N hotii hai

ruuh ko shaad kare dil ko jo puranuur kare
har nazaare me.n ye ta.nviir kahaa.N hotii hai

zabt-e-sailaab-e-mohabbat ko kahaa.N tak roke
dil me.n jo baat ho aa.Nkho.n se ayaa.N hotii hai

zindagii ek sulagatii sii chitaa hai "Sahir"
sholaa ba.ntii hai na ye bhuj ke dhuaa.N hotii hai

Nice.


Woh dil hi kaya jo tere milne ki dua na kare
main tujh ko bhool ke zinda rahoon Khuda na kare
rahe ga sath tera payar zindagi baan kar
yeh or baat meri zindagi wafa na kare

Yeh theek hai nahin marta koi judai main
Khuda kisi ko kisi se magar juda na kare

Suna hai usko muhabat dua'ain daiti hai
Ju dil pe choot tu khaye magar gila na kare

Agar wafa pe bharoosa rahe na duniya ko
Tu koi shaks muhabat ka hoosala na kare

Bujha diya hai naseeboon ne mere pyar ka chand
Koi diya meri palkoon pe abb jala na kare ...

Zamana dekh chuka hai parkh chuka hai usse
Qateel jaan se jaye par ilteja na kare

Edited by Saira Zafar, 12 February 2005 - 05:45 PM.

[Saira]

One of my fav poem ever ...


Kamaal-e-zabt ko khud bhi toa aazmaaongi
Main apney haath se uski dulhan sajaaongi
Supurd karkey usey chaandini ke haathon main
Main apney ghar ke andheron main laut jaaongi
Badan ke karb ko who bhi samah na paayga
Main dil main rowongi aankhon main mukaroungi
Woh kiya giya ke rafaqat ke sarey lutf guye
Main kiss se rooth sakongi, kissey manoongi
Ab uska fun toa kisi aur se hua mansoob
Main kisski nazm akeley main gungunoongi
Wo aik rishta-e-be-naam bhi nahin lekin
Main ab bhi uskey ishaaron per sur jhukaaongi
Bichaa diya tha Gulaabon ke saath apna wajood
Wo so ke uthey toa khwabaon ki raakh uthaaongi
Samaaton main ghaney jangalon ki saansein hain
Main ab kabhi teri awaz sun na poongi
Jawaz dhoond raha tha nae mohabbat ka
Who keh raha tha main uss ko bhool jaaongi

Edited by Saira Zafar, 12 February 2005 - 05:55 PM.

[syed alizaidi]

Can anyone in here plz help me find Noon meem rashid's poem "kooza ger" on the web. I had it saved on my hard drive but my hard drive crashed and I lost it. Its a masterpiece and one of my favorite urdu nazms of all times.

[syed alizaidi]

ppl posting urdu poems, it would be much easier to read the stuff in urdu font because roman urdu is kinda hard to read. No offence intended thats just a suggestion.

[darksideofthemoon]

Syed Bhai,

Some of us cannot read the Perso-Arabic script. Though I can understand it, I can only read it in it's devnagari form. I agree it is really hard to read in the latin script as there are no accent involved !!!!!

Saira,

Nice one, keep them coming, there no such thing as too much poetry. Atleast this is one area where we keep politics aside and celebrate art.


regards,

[PS:Annonymous]

[PS:Annonymous]

[PS:Annonymous]

[PS:Annonymous]

[PS:Annonymous]

[Hawk_Eye]

PROMETHEUS

by: (Lord) Byron (1788-1824)

TITAN! to whose immortal eyes
The sufferings of mortality,
Seen in their sad reality,
Were not as things that gods despise;
What was thy pity's recompense?
A silent suffering, and intense;
The rock, the vulture, and the chain,
All that the proud can feel of pain,
The agony they do not show,
The suffocating sense of woe,
Which speaks but in its loneliness,
And then is jealous lest the sky
Should have a listener, nor will sigh
Until its voice is echoless.

Titan! to thee the strife was given
Between the suffering and the will,
Which torture where they cannot kill;
And the inexorable Heaven,
And the deaf tyranny of Fate,
The ruling principle of Hate,
Which for its pleasure doth create
The things it may annihilate,
Refus'd thee even the boon to die:
The wretched gift Eternity
Was thine--and thou hast borne it well.
All that the Thunderer wrung from thee
Was but the menace which flung back
On him the torments of thy rack;
The fate thou didst so well foresee,
But would not to appease him tell;
And in thy Silence was his Sentence,
And in his Soul a vain repentance,
And evil dread so ill dissembled,
That in his hand the lightnings trembled.

Thy Godlike crime was to be kind,
To render with thy precepts less
The sum of human wretchedness,
And strengthen Man with his own mind;
But baffled as thou wert from high,
Still in thy patient energy,
In the endurance, and repulse
Of thine impenetrable Spirit,
Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse,
A mighty lesson we inherit:
Thou art a symbol and a sign
To Mortals of their fate and force;
Like thee, Man is in part divine,
A troubled stream from a pure source;
And Man in portions can foresee
His own funereal destiny;
His wretchedness, and his resistance,
And his sad unallied existence:
To which his Spirit may oppose
Itself--and equal to all woes,
And a firm will, and a deep sense,
Which even in torture can descry
Its own concenter'd recompense,
Triumphant where it dares defy,
And making Death a Victory

[Saira]

[PS:Annonymous]

Imagination sees the complete reality, - it is where past, present and future meet... Imagination is limited neither to the reality which is apparent - nor to one place. It lives everywhere. It is at a centre and feels the vibrations of all the circles within which
east and west are virtually included. Imagination is the life of mental freedom. It realizes what everything is in its many aspects ... Imagination does not uplift: we don’t want to be uplifted, we want to be more completely aware.

[Saira]

Qateel Shifai Rocks !


apane haathon kii lakiiron mein basaale mujhako
main huuN teraa nasiib apanaa banaa le mujhako
mujhase tuu puuchhane aayaa hai vafaa ke maanii
ye terii sadaadilii maar na Daale mujhako
main samandar bhii huuN motii bhii huuN Gotaazan bhii
koii bhii naam meraa leke bulaale mujhako
tuune dekhaa nahin aaiine se aage kuchh bhii
Khudaparastii mein kahiin tuu na gaNvaale mujhako
kal kii baat aur hai main ab saa rahuuN yaa na rahuuN
jitanaa jii chaahe teraa aaj sataale mujhako
Khud ko mai.n baaNT na DaaluuN kahiin daaman-daaman
kar diyaa tuune agar mere havaale mujhako
main jo kaaNTaa huuN to chal mujh se bachaakar daaman
main huuN gar phuul to juuDe mein sajaale mujhako
main khule dar ke kisii ghar kaa huu.N saamaaN pyaare
tuu dabe paaNv kabhii aake churaale mujhako
tark-e-ulfat kii qasam bhii ko_ii hotii hai qasam
tuu kabhii yaad to kar bhuulanevaale mujhako
baadaa phir baadaa hai mai.n zahar bhii pii jaauu.N "Qateel"
shart ye hai koii baahon mein sambhale mujhako

[PS:Annonymous]

how long
can i lament
with this depressed
heart and soul

how long
can i remain
a sad autumn
ever since my grief
has shed my leaves

the entire space
of my soul
is burning in agony

how long can i
hide the flames
wanting to rise
out of this fire

how long can one suffer
the pain of hatred
of another human
a friend behaving like an enemy

with a broken heart
how much more
can i take the message
from body to soul

i believe in love
i swear by love
believe me my love

how long
like a prisoner of grief
can i beg for mercy

you know i'm not
a piece of rock or steel
but hearing my story
even water will become
as tense as a stone

if i can only recount
the story of my life
right out of my body
flames will grow.

must i go now

Edited by Psychosaint, 12 February 2005 - 08:55 PM.

[Hawk_Eye]

THE WOOD

by: Charlotte Bronte (1816-1855)

BUT two miles more, and then we rest!
Well, there is still an hour of day,
And long the brightness of the West
Will light us on our devious way;
Sit then, awhile, here in this wood--
So total is the solitude,
We safely may delay.

These massive roots afford a seat,
Which seems for weary travellers made.
There rest. The air is soft and sweet
In this sequestered forest glade,
And there are scents of flowers around,
The evening dew draws from the ground;
How soothingly they spread!

Yes; I was tired, but not at heart;
No--that beats full of sweet content,
For now I have my natural part
Of action with adventure blent;
Cast forth on the wide world with thee,
And all my once waste energy
To weighty purpose bent.

Yet--sayst thou, spies around us roam,
Our aims are termed conspiracy?
Haply, no more our English home
An anchorage for us may be?
That there is risk our mutual blood
May redden in some lonely wood
The knife of treachery?

Sayst thou, that where we lodge each night,
In each lone farm, or lonelier hall
Of Norman Peer--ere morning light
Suspicion must as duly fall,
As day returns--such vigilance
Presides and watches over France,
Such rigour governs all?

I fear not, William; dost thou fear?
So that the knife does not divide,
It may be ever hovering near:
I could not tremble at thy side,
And strenuous love--like mine for thee--
Is buckler strong 'gainst treachery,
And turns its stab aside.

I am resolved that thou shalt learn
To trust my strength as I trust thine;
I am resolved our souls shall burn
With equal, steady, mingling shine;
Part of the field is conquered now,
Our lives in the same channel flow,
Along the self-same line;

And while no groaning storm is heard,
Thou seem'st content it should be so,
But soon as comes a warning word
Of danger--straight thine anxious brow
Bends over me a mournful shade,
As doubting if my powers are made
To ford the floods of woe.

Know, then it is my spirit swells,
And drinks, with eager joy, the air
Of freedom--where at last it dwells,
Chartered, a common task to share
With thee, and then it stirs alert,
And pants to learn what menaced hurt
Demands for thee its care.

Remember, I have crossed the deep,
And stood with thee on deck, to gaze
On waves that rose in threatening heap,
While stagnant lay a heavy haze,
Dimly confusing sea with sky,
And baffling, even, the pilot's eye,
Intent to thread the maze--

Of rocks, on Bretagne's dangerous coast,
And find a way to steer our band
To the one point obscure, which lost,
Flung us, as victims, on the strand;--
All, elsewhere, gleamed the Gallic sword,
And not a wherry could be moored
Along the guarded land.

I feared not then--I fear not now;
The interest of each stirring scene
Wakes a new sense, a welcome glow,
In every nerve and bounding vein ;
Alike on turbid Channel sea,
Or in still wood of Normandy,
I feel as born again.

The rain descended that wild morn
When, anchoring in the cove at last,
Our band, all weary and forlorn
Ashore, like wave-worn sailors, cast--
Sought for a sheltering roof in vain,
And scarce could scanty food obtain
To break their morning fast.

Thou didst thy crust with me divide,
Thou didst thy cloak around me fold;
And, sitting silent by thy side,
I ate the bread in peace untold:
Given kindly from thy hand, 'twas sweet
As costly fare or princely treat
On royal plate of gold.

Sharp blew the sleet upon my face,
And, rising wild, the gusty wind
Drove on those thundering waves apace,
Our crew so late had left behind;
But, spite of frozen shower and storm,
So close to thee, my heart beat warm,
And tranquil slept my mind.

So now--nor foot-sore nor opprest
With walking all this August day,
I taste a heaven in this brief rest,
This gipsy-halt beside the way.
England's wild flowers are fair to view,
Like balm is England's summer dew
Like gold her sunset ray.

But the white violets, growing here,
Are sweeter than I yet have seen,
And ne'er did dew so pure and clear
Distil on forest mosses green,
As now, called forth by summer heat,
Perfumes our cool and fresh retreat--
These fragrant limes between.

That sunset! Look beneath the boughs,
Over the copse--beyond the hills;
How soft, yet deep and warm it glows,
And heaven with rich suffusion fills;
With hues where still the opal's tint,
Its gleam of prisoned fire is blent,
Where flame through azure thrills!

Depart we now--for fast will fade
That solemn splendour of decline,
And deep must be the after-shade
As stars alone to-night will shine;
No moon is destined--pale--to gaze
On such a day's vast Phoenix blaze,
A day in fires decayed!

There--hand-in-hand we tread again
The mazes of this varying wood,
And soon, amid a cultured plain,
Girt in with fertile solitude,
We shall our resting-place descry,
Marked by one roof-tree, towering high
Above a farmstead rude.

Refreshed, erelong, with rustic fare,
We'll seek a couch of dreamless ease;
Courage will guard thy heart from fear,
And Love give mine divinest peace:
To-morrow brings more dangerous toil,
And through its conflict and turmoil
We'll pass, as God shall please.

[syed alizaidi]

[PS:Annonymous]

[PS:Annonymous]

[PS:Annonymous]

[darksideofthemoon]

This is a song by an Indian singer called K.K. It is an ode to friendship, and I have chosen it in that spirit. Psycho, is there any chance I can avail the poems you posted in a different script. I have just started to learn the arabic alphabet, and it will take some time before I become proficient.

Yaaron dosti bahi hi haseen hai
Yeh na ho to kya phir
Bolo yeh zindgi hai
Koi to ho raajdaan
Be garaj tera ho yaar
Koi to ho raajdaan

Yaaron mohabbat hi to bandgi hai
Yeh na ho to kya phir
bolo yeh zindgi hai
Koi to dilbar ho yaar
Jisko tujhse ho pyaar
Koi to dilbar ho yaar

Teri har ke buraai pe
daante vo dost
Gam ki ho dhoop to
saaya bane tera vo dost
Naache bhi vo
Teri khushi main

Yaaron dosti bahi hi haseen hai
Yeh na ho to kya phir
Bolo yeh zindgi hai
Koi to ho raajdaan
Be garaj tera ho yaar
Koi to ho raajdaan

Tan mann kar tum pe fida
Mahboob vo
Palkon pe jo rakhe tujhe
Mahboob vo
Jiski vafa tere liye ho

Are Yaaron dosti bahi hi haseen hai
Yeh na ho to kya phir
Bolo yeh zindgi hai
Koi to dilbar ho yaar
Jisko tujhse ho pyaar
Koi to dilbar ho yaar


regards,