Ramraz English

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An isolated god

That same raz whom you

At times loved as your idol

And afterwards turned your faceAnd disowned him

Now on that basis of same

Old companionship, your old

Forgotten raz with his brokenHeart embrace himself and wander

About your search continuously

The anniversary of love

Today we are holding our

Love anniversary

Last year on the very day we had

Met each otherThis past day is very important for me

And you yourself would be aware of your

Own feelingsBut for me this day seems to be

More glamorous then the day of eid

Last year my love seems to be

As if it was a continuity of brighter day

As if its dark nights also gave formsOf days

Now as some days have passed

We have parted and I m like

An unsecured migrating birdAnd living an inefficacious life

Still in the state of a broken heart

You alone are the bright sum of my lifeYou also are the shinning moon of my nights

You alone is my abode and my garment

I disclose the secrets of my heartTo you. Then my love, the reality is this

That I am a creature of almighty God

But having lost myself in your love,

I have forgotten him


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If ever in life you desire a shelterFrom the seething heat of sun,

If you ever require shelter and protection

Then, my love, you know our point of union

In reality it is quite cheap

On the contrary, likely, I may get youTotally free

If u accepted my life as a compensation o my God

Try to come and have a look at me

At that very place you may find meIn a change condition

I am still at the same place

You had left me and sitting in the form

Of a thick wild tree and amStill waiting for you

Dear banafsha, if ever you arrived

At this place, then both of us may

Become the basis of life for each other

You will find protection under meFrom lifes seething fast rays of

Sun, and I will find an insight

And vision from you . and your faceMay provide me a continuous power

Achieving perfection and satisfaction

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From the mixture of several questions

I would like to ask one questionWho are you, O! metaphysical being?

The owner of permanency of life

And how you acquired your ownExistence of reality?

And how your are free from beyond the

Encircling, circumbient and areStill surviving

And who am I in myself and around the


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Land? And who am I in your

Imagination and thought? A part from

The delicate relationship of myselfBeing a creature and you the creator

Thisthe beginning and the ending

Of life succession!! What does it mean?Do you yourself also comprehend it?

And I make you according to will of GodCompletely free

Because I do not feel fear of your

------- now

----- know that if you desired toMake efforts to go away from me

You might injure your strong feathers

Still you cannot pass forward

Form my capacity because I can ,In consideration of your flight,

Increase my further capacitiesAnd in order to keep you with me

I can expand further period of time

And my love with you shall continue

Till we both of us do notTouch the end of cloud

An error in love passion

I who took his birth from rough clay

Am a common man, how can I take

The state of a lover godMy friend, how in myself,

Can such wrong ideas and

Unworthy thoughts may appear

I am continuously dispelling suchIdeas to liberate myself from such whims

The natural style of love (Mohabbat kay fitri andaaz)

O God! The most superior being

How long would you remain more


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Indifferent? Would to heaven , that

You also get into the lap of life,

As are your burning tears that fall intoMy perfectly torn garments

And then be ourselves,

How many beautiful natural relationsBecome established

And she like a rising bird,Into the heart of my pine tree, and is

Producing her cooing all time.

And I save her assuming myself like

A forest, from the rays of timeShe kisses my face like that of morning breeze

And I spread over her my ambergris in her

Curling ringlets

And she in the for of rain removesMy thrust

I take her into my shelterIn the form of sky

She then assumes, the shape of a

Song and on my heart she plays

Her melancholic lute.And I assume the form of a river

And sing her melodious song

Of my weaves

O my love! I believe you can listen

To me whisperingO captivated desert dove, confined

In my heart

Now the period of our distressHas passed away

Now while I keep in my heart the

Vastness of universe,

And in my heart have vast spreadingTimeless feeling

I am shaking down all walls

Of my confined heart

The natural style of love (mohabat kay fitri atwaar)

As long as I was unfamiliar with sense of

Universality

Then to a certain limits, I was a low


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And small person, other things apart, I had

Controlled her looks and smiles

My envious heart generally wished that I shouldEven punish the morning breeze for touching and

Contacting her, and I should become a shield like cloud

Against the rays of sun

Then one day the love of God,

Gave me the looks and insight of universalityAnd in such a way when I got myself free from

Metamorphorical properties

Then I got myself free from the consciousness of

Properties and negations

When I became free form the consciousness of

Property and its negation

Then the reality by itself become a part ofmy body and in my hearts vastness, it lit up like

a bright sun and in a corner of my heartI felt like having a vast world and a permanent place

And whenever I extinguished the candle of love, than I also

Became light hearted like the morning breeze

A deer like girl

Whenever I look in to the intoxicated deer

Like eyes I find the impression of fearful mirage

In actionWhenever I find her like a wine in the

City of love and in its streets worried and find

Her fearful and horrifiedThen my this idea, my presumption, acquires

The image of that belief, that makes wonder in me

As to how she has acquired the form of a girl,

Though in real she is a dear belonging toDesert and wilderness, who arrives in an

Institution for taking education

She still has preserved in her heart the

Environment of desultory habits

She still feels scared of the shadow ofMan, and desires to hide alone by herself

And I do not know, that before

The witting out love, who has


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Already written praises of her beauty in it?

Now this girl reads about her beauty

In this book as a part of narrativeIn her lesson

Sun and rain

Our pattern of loveIs different from kind of love and

Is most singular

The relationship, are quite different

Form the love of other persons relationsIn the sphere of our love, the

Distinction between the beloved and

The lover is not found

She rains on my thirsty barrenLand

And assuming the form of sun, I enterSoftly, in the deep ocean of her heart

The end of evolutionary dream

You are holding the world and all that is existing

Its surroundingsI have not risen higher than height of grass

You reside close to the distance of sun

And thats the same reason that my internal----- has molded into the form of ice

And I am a tired and distressed personWho is divided between a man and a satan

I from the beginning of my existence to now,

In reference to my imperfection and

Smallness, ask you can continuously thisDifficult question

That the well populated world on this side ,

And on the other world of snowy land,Under your this dark shadow, for

A person having the structure of my position

What possibilities and chances remain,That I may further progress from the position

Of man.


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Weeran sehan

O God of smiling suns

If it may be possible, you may answerThat why life in the desultory courtyard

Of my heart

I am all time shedding tears as borrowedFrom or pharos

A girl like butterfly

O raz if ever you touched the

Brilliant face of that descendant

Sun give, then I ascertain you thatFrom the joints of your figure, then

A large amount of feathers of butterfliesGolden feathers would appear on it

The love of god

The tragedy of my love is

That those with whom I haveBeen continuously in love,

He is indifferent from me and from

My love, and wanders about unconcernedHe himself is a slave in love and

Is recognized by the name of God

The mercy of God

No I have no need of offering prayersFor living on subsistence

Because now I, the Raz, make the

Fire of the love of God and in formOf food I make absorbed in myself

Because, I the poet raz have loved the

Fire of God and have acquired itCompletely

Suraj dewta Apollo


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Your face like the glowing rose

Now my passionate love wouldRemain delighted spread fragrance

You dont know that you have

Gifted to this mortal man now aDraught of life you have no idea

That when you gave a drink of the left over

Tea of your cup, then I becameImmortal like god Apollo

Defeat

The intoxicating eyes like having

The flower tulip and the feelings of

Pride and magicI confess that my total knowledge

And my whole pride, each of theseTwo, with all due respect have

Now I am on your feet like those

Of flowers and pollen

The god of seasons

My loves its truly a simple reality

That your thoughts have direct effect

On myself. When you meet me withYou consecrated face at anytime of

the day then in my heart several

Suns light upAnd when at time you at any part

Of night sing any exciting tune of a lay

Then at darkness of my desolate hearts

Several arches become brightened andA scene of dewali brings to appear

And if sometimes to get disappointed with theAutumnal feelings , and you cover yourself

With yellow leaves then my hearts pleasant

Sun begin to become cold it startsTo break into pieces and the fear of

The day of judgment begin to prevail

In this condition there is neither peace nor


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The desire of prayer. There is neither the

feeling of time nor the idea of space and

a feeling of nameless triangle of universebegins to over shadow .immeasurable

darkness prevail. A vast dark

hallow captures the internal and external sidethats why I indicate that your imaginings

has direct relationship on myself which

sets directly affected. Although I acceptthat you are like a god of the seasons

of the city of my heart

The first rain and a thirsty land

From the blue desert pigeons

Feathers move pure and some respectableLove had been in my experience in life

Those kind of love in their beauty

The deers of tartary and the butterflies

Of the garden of eden in their comparison all insignificant

Those goldens of love although are not foundNow, but their the umberial

Shadows of their memoirs till recently

Were shaking their wings on the desolatoryCourts of my hearts and were presenting

A state of melancholy

But this time a new beautiful

Event has appeared. In the dark soiled

House of mine , like that of the flowerOf tulip and innocent love with

Bright rays and having the fragrance of flower like smile

And tantalizing has arrived

The purity of such consciousness, I hadNot found in earlier love

Sometimes I passion the news ofThirsty trees, in form of air, to river,

And sometimes I presence the

Pain of yellow leaves in myBreathings. Sometimes so to kons

Sometimes to a road, sometimes and

Sometimes I assume the form of air

Sometimes I become life , sometimes death,


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And sometimes I acquire the apparel

And mould of immorality

As a one man I live the life of hundredForm.

My young beloved shehla andThe charm of her eyes has affected

And the poet Raz has sacrificed and

Devoted himself after herWhen the beautiful eyes of that love burn

His (poet) heart and vain inundates

Then on this raz poet, the impression

Of the first drop of rain and theSmell arising out of the land had

Indicated him its impression

Because after the rain , and first love,

Now on the land of my heartThe permanent fragrance of the

Immortal ambergris seasonHas taken a permanent place

Form the blessing of this pure love

I have become aware withThe natural relations of all

Elements. Because of this pure love I have

Become a member of all elements of theUniverse and have become a member

of a vast house. Now like them with a silent

tongue, I can narrate my wishbecause of this pure love, now I have

known the natural aspects of mans face

I have now become aware of the bank and theWaves with their relationship. Now I

Am familiar with the moving breeze and

have the knowledge of the indications of buds

And if ever I go to bank in the eveningThen if I desire I can join the ocean on

And the individuality of declining sun

On the basis of this pure love

Now I have nature of life and

Acquired the quality of itsCongeability and imitation

I sometimes acquire myself like

Air and sometimes assume the form

Of mirage. Now can gather up together


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The burning tears of the dears in my

lap, from the deserts and valleys

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