Picturesque – Page 2

I would gaze long at the path you took But they are watching my eyes. I hear they’re going to put a watch Soon over my beating heart.

My mind, like one roaming in the desolation Of forests, mountains and appalling wastes, Suffered an agony I cannot describe.

My beloved may be with his friends In shalamar, showering his radiance On lawns and waterfalls

Like a cedar in the forest, enjoying The river bank’s pubescent green. Cut it not down, O stern woodman !

In bondage, they served you ample food. Now gather in the fields what grain you can, And see how sweet is food in freedom!

When you entered the garden – O what coy grace! – What did the flowers whisper to you? You’ve robbed the bulbuls of their speech.

City dames can‟t equal you. While they shut themselves up In their apartments, you alone Are friendly with the flowers.

Like Nagrai, he fled over the Green banks. Like Himaal I go in his hot pursuit Along every hill-stream

O shapely, beautiful country Lass! You are like a Bouquet, a fairy on Caucasus Mountain or Himaal in heaven

Kashmiris‟ fame will again Spread in the world if you Create luminaries like Tazi Bhat, Lalitaditya and Mubarak Khan.

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