Ghazal

GHAZAL

That man alone in lire shall find
To aim and end a certain sign:
Whose eyes in pitch dark night can see,
And like the eyes of panther shine.

The slaves can get repose and rest
In world confined by Time and Space
But men of high and noble birth
Haven't leisure in worldly race.

The progress great that West has mad
Has bedazzled your eyes a deal
May Prophet guard your precious sight.
To vouch him God did Najm reveal!

These revels do not last for long,
Like guests they stay for a breath or so
The bowls of wine that glint like stars,
Are soon deprived of gloss and glow.

The books have marred your taste and zest
To such a great and vast extent,
That breeze of morn has also failed
To give you clue of rose and scent.