Poet: Bashair Badr
Translator: Tanveer Rauf
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Shepherd returned home
with the flock at dusk
You a bird, your heart a cage;
go to your cage
When someone carries me,
in arms lay me in bed
People believe the sun is downhill,
it is nightfall
The evening wrapped all vim and vigor,
and milieu
The hustle and bustle of life fading,
go home, night now
In a golden red turban,
the lord gets down from his horse
In a black blanket, a jogi gets out
like it is night
Evening shadows override
the prison’s walls,
A gentle heart in the iron cage again,
its nightfall
To whom did the trees adorn
their boughs?
She wandered from one jungle
to another jungle
Alas! No one came,
it was a depressing sundown
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Bashir Badr Poetry
Charwaha bhedon ko le kar ghar aaya raat hui,
tu panchhi dil tera pinjra, pinjre mein ja raat hui.
Koi humen haathon pe utha kar bistar mein rakh deta hai,
duniya waale ye kahte hain sooraj dooba raat hui.
Shehar, makaan, dukaanon waale sab parde kirnon ne lapete,
khatm hua sab khel tamasha ja ab ghar ja raat hui.
Soorkh sunehra saafa bandhe shahzada ghode se utra,
kaale ghar se kambal odhe jogi nikla raat hui.
Shaam ke saaye zindaan ki deewaren oonchi karne lage,
phool sa dil lohe ke panje mein phir aaya raat hui.
Kis ki khatir dhoop ke gajre in shaakhon ne pahne the,
jungle jungle roye meera koi na aaya raat hui. !!
