Jo bhi ho tum Khuda ki kasam, laajawab ho
Chaudhvin ka chand ho...
Are you the full moon, or the sun?
Whatever you are, I swear to God, you are beyond compare!
Zulfein hain jaise kaandhon pe baadal jhuke hue
Aankhen hain jaisi mey ke peyaale bhare hue
Masti hai jis mein pyar ki, tum woh sharaab ho
Chaudhvin ka chand ho...
Your hair is like a soft cloud kissing your shoulders
Your eyes are like two goblets
And you are the wine that fills them with a zest for love.
Chehra hai jaise jheel mein hansta hua kanwal
Ya zindagi ke saaz pe chaidi hui ghazal
Jaane bahaar tum kisi shaayar ka khwaab ho
Chaudhvin ka chand ho...
Your face is like a beautiful lake on which your smile is a blooming lotus flower
Or, it is like an ode from the instrument of life
My dear, you are a poet's dream.
Honthon pe khelti hain tabassum ki bijiliyaan
Sajde tumhaari raah mein karti hain kaikashaan
Duniya-e-husno ishq ka tum hi shabaab ho
Chaudhvin ka chand ho, ya aaftab ho
Jo bhi ho tum Khuda ki kasam, lajawaab ho...
Your smile is lightning upon your lips
Upon your entrance, any group of people will fall to the ground, overwhelmed.
Of all the beauties in the world, you are the epitome.
Are you are a full moon, or the sun?
Whatever you are, my God you are incomparable!
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..." by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) |
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- (adapted) |
