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18 Apr 2014
We can’t help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water.
Milk drinkers draw close to the mother.
Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists,
Hindus, shamans, everyone hears the intelligent sound
and moves with thirst to meet it.
***_>*> Molana Jalaluddin Rumi<*<_***
(1207-1273)
***>*>***Molana Jalaluddin Rumi***<*<***
Masnavi Book I, 599-607
We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee;
we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.
We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat:
our victory and defeat is from thee, O thou whose qualities are comely!
Who are we, O Thou soul of our souls,
that we should remain in being beside thee?
We and our existences are really non-existence;
thou art the absolute Being which manifests the perishable.
We all are lions, but lions on a banner:
because of the wind they are rushing onward from moment to moment.
Their onward rush is visible, and the wind is unseen: may that which is unseen not fail from us!
Our wind whereby we are moved and our being are of thy gift; our whole existence is from thy bringing into being.
Acquainted With the Night
***_>*>Robert Frost<*<_***
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain – and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
*****Rain in Summer*****
How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and the heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!
Rain
***_>*> Edward Thomas <*<_***
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying to-night or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,
Like me who have no love which this wild rain
Has not dissolved except the love of death,
If love it be towards what is perfect and
Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.
Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth;
without rain, there would be no life.
*_>***>* John Updike*<***<_*
An Autumn Rain-Scene
*_*>*** Thomas Hardy***<*_*
There trudges one to a merry-making
With sturdy swing,
On whom the rain comes down.
To fetch the saving medicament
Is another bent,
On whom the rain comes down.
One slowly drives his herd to the stall
Ere ill befall,
On whom the rain comes down.
This bears his missives of life and death
With quickening breath,
On whom the rain comes down.
One watches for signals of wreck or war
From the hill afar,
On whom the rain comes down.
No care if he gain a shelter or none,
Unhired moves on,
On whom the rain comes down.
And another knows nought of its chilling fall
Upon him aat all,
On whom the rain comes down.
Paper Boats
***_>***>_Sir Rabindranath Tagore_<***<_***
Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running stream.
In bid black letters I write my name on them and the name of the village where I live.
I hope that someone in some strange land will find them and know who I am.
I load my little boats with shiuli flower from our garden, and hope that these blooms of the dawn will be carried safely to land in the night.
I launch my paper boats and look up into the sky and see the little clouds setting thee white bulging sails.
I know not what playmate of mine in the sky sends them down the air to race with my boats!
When night comes I bury my face in my arms and dream that my paper boats float on and on under the midnight stars.
The fairies of sleep are sailing in them, and the lading ins their baskets full of dreams.
My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain
are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree;
she walks the sodden pasture lane.
- Robert Frost
Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your headwith silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
- Langston Hughes, April Rain Song, 1902 – 1967
Keeping in touch with childhood memories keeps us believing
in life’s simplest pleasures like a rainy afternoon,
a swingset, and a giant puddle to play in.
- Chrissy Ogden
Till taught by pain,
Men really know not what good water’s worth;
If you had been in Turkey or in Spain,
Or with a famish’d boat’s-crew had your berth,
Or in the desert heard the camel’s bell,
You’d wish yourself where Truth is–in a well.
*_*>***Lord Byron, Don Juan***<*_*
Wo tau resham sa koi khwab tha
وہ تو ریشم سا کوئی خواب تھا
Bunn rakha tha in aankhon ne
بن رکھا تھا ان آنکھوں نے
Roshni mein tau bohut saaf nazar aata tha
روشنی میں تو بہت صاف نظر آتا تھا
Jhilmilati hui baaton se gundha har manzar
جھلملاتی ہوئی باتوں سے گندھا ہر منظر
Jo sitaron mein tere aks ko rakh jata tha
جو ستاروں میں ترے عکس کو رکھ جاتا تھا
Lekin aisa hai ke jab lamha judai ka gira
لیکن ایسا ہے کہ جب لمحہ جدائی کا گرا
Khwab-dar-khwab mittey saare sitaron se naqoosh
خواب در خواب مٹے سارے ستاروں کے نقوش
Surkh pholon ne tau chaha ke lahoo dein apna
سرخ پھولوں نے تو چاہا کہ لہو دیں اپنا
Saans, chalne ke liye jism ki khwahish oorhey
سانس، چلنے کے لیئے جسم کی خواہش اوڑھے
Saanp tha dass ke lakeer apni magar chorr gaya
سانپ تھا ڈس کے لکیر اپنی مگر چھوڑ گیا
Ab hai ik chaand jo bas dor nazar aata hai
اب ہے اک چاند جو بس دور نظر آتا ہے
Aur hai RAAT,Jo aankhon mein chubbha kerti hai….!
اور ہے رات ۔ ۔ ۔ جو آنکھوں میں چبھا کرتی ہے !
Darakhton sey harey pat’tey hawa kyon nooch leti hai !
Wo In chirryon ke totey par kahan par beich deti hai !
Inhein jo mol koi ley
Dukhon se tol koi ley
agar dil mein ye chubh jayein
Tau gehre naqsh khub jayein
Agar hum waqt se chup kar kahin be’waqt ho jayein
Aur in chirryon ki surat
Wuqa’at apni hum bhi kho jayein
Tau kya phir bhi lagataar aise san’naton ki gehri dhol
Yahan urr urr kar aaye gi !
Tau kya phir sokhi sokhi tehniyon ki kokh mein
Ghamnaak saanson ko
wohi biptaa sunaey gi !
Harey pat’ton ki har konpal
Jo apni khushk aankhon mein
Namee ke phool chunti hai
Tapak ker boond ki man’nind rishtey torr jaey gi
Hum apni siskiyaan chal kar
Kisi khandaq ki gehrai mein
Jaa ker dafn ker aayein
Hawa ke teiz nakhun bhi tarash aayein
Tau phir in tot’tey par chirryon ko bhi
Parwaaz aayey gi
Hamari be sada baaton mein bhi
Aawaaz aayey gi !!!
******
Falak jaisa ho dil uska
Qadam suraj ke jaise hon
Wo karriyal jism rakhta ho, Nigha shehbaaz jaisi ho
Wo bole tau mohabbat karwatein leti ho lafzon mein
Badan ke gandami peikar mein garmi ho qayamat ki
Kuch aisa sarw’qaamat ho, chale jo saath mere tau
Usey ruk ruk ke dekhein larkiyaan rah mein
Siyaah baalon ka koi sheid jo aajaey maathey par
Tau do’pehron mein dam bhar shaam ke saaye ubhar aayein
Mujh aisi kehkashaaon ko wajahat dekh kar uski
Zameen par toot girne ki tammana tang kerti ho
Magar mein sochti hon, waqi’atan koi aisa ho
Tau kya mere qadam bhi bhool jayeingay gali apni
Nahein, …. aisa nahein hoga
Nahein aisa nahein hoga
Bohut hi khoobsurat hai …meri shaadaab tanhaee
Bohut hi khoobsurat hai
Jisey meri zaroorat hai !!!
Phir Kya howa ye raah ki sushwariyon se poch
Bus itna yaad hay, Teri janib chala tha main.
