subuh chhum baagh chhum.......

With fresh youth and a passionate heart,

And my morning just begun,

I'd drink delight in the living hue

Of all bewitching flowers.

 

My heart's garden is in bloom,

And I am in the midst of flowers.

I don't need to adorn them,

Or invite excited bulbuls !

 

Why fill our glass with foreign brew,

Or alien pockets with our wealth ?

This must cease. A new orientation

Must begin in my own home !

 

Bulbuls faint when they watch me

Shaping flowers with my hands.

They should know that if I can shape

A bulbul, I can also shape a flower !

 

Poor bulbuls' blood has been used

By flowers to dye their robes.

This stops now. They'll get a new dye;

But before that, they'll have to have new faces !

 

The florist says to the poshinools:

I must put to rest all strife -

Of bulbuls chasing flowers,

And the bee the yemberzal.

 

I visit markets not to buy or sell,

But to see how I can stand

The lure of heaps of fraudulent goods

And the spell of blood-stained wealth.

 

My aim is not to show I'm wise,

Or make a bee line forfame,

But to share my honest thoughts on life

With friends and genuine souls.

 

I have both courage and means.

And since the time is ripe,

I must now launch my flying carpet

To make our foes lick the dust.

 

Flower bushes have shrivelled up,

Fountains have ceased to flow.

I must ascend the heavens

And bring a shower of rain.

 

I have to lay a new garden,

And to build a new world !

I must plant lasting flowers,

And bring bulbuls who will stay.

 

Being insensible, being submissive

Poisons life's perennial joy.

I'll storm this citadel of moral stupor

With the guns of identity.

 

No longer will there be in my world

The arrogant man of wealth,

Who claims luxury as a birthright,

While ruin stalks poor men's homes.

 

There shall be a single gate

That leads to various homes -

Mosques, temples and churches,

Pilgrims' homes and shrines of saints.

 

The time is not far when Kashmir

Will reawaken the eastern world.

I must ensure that this message

Reaches every soul in my land.

 

Mahjoor is filling glasses with wine,

And says he will serve

All friends and foes alike,

For it is the wine of love !

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