Rubai from Mirza Ashraf

“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into
nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.” (John Keats)

ہے حسنِ ظن یا رحمت دُر فشاں ہے

جو خَم با خَم جہاں مہ رو نشاں ہے

کہ زیرِ داغِ تیرہ ، نقشِ بے رنگ

بھی تہ در تہ حسیں صورت کشاں ہے


” Lady Weeping at the Crossroads” A Poem by W H Auden

Lady, weeping at the crossroads
Would you meet your love
In the twilight with his greyhounds,
And the hawk on his glove?

Bribe the birds then on the branches
Bribe them to be dumb,
Stare the hot sun out of heaven
That the night may come.

Starless are the nights of travel,
Bleak the winter wind;
Run with terror all before you
And regret behind.

Run until you hear the ocean’s
Everlasting cry;
Deep though it may be and bitter
You must drink it dry.

Click link below to listen to beautiful reading of full poem( some nudity )


If .. By Rudyard Kipling

Shared by M. Saeed-ul-Hassan

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

Weekly Qata’a by Mirza Ashraf

My Qata’a in response to Qateel Shafai’s followling verse:

شعر قتیل
میں نے تو قتیل اُس سا منافق نہیں دیکھا
جو ظلم تو سہتا ہے بغاوت نہیں کرتا

قطعہ از اشرف
ہے خلق کی جنبش میں تقاضاِ قضا بھی
طوفاں کے اُمڈنے میں ہے کردار ِفضا بھی

مظلوم کو اشرف تو منافق نہیں کہتا
دستور ِ بغاوت میں ہے قدرت کی رضا بھی


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