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poetry of abdur rahman baba translatted in english

Poetry of 1700's

God bless this pen-case and satchel of mine;
Make fragrant every letter that I write,
To make the land of the Afghans sweet smelling.

Make every line of my verse tresses of the beloved.
Her seductive glance flashes like an arrow;
May every word I use be its tip.

Trafficking in love is a gruelling art;
Make this hardship easy for me.
Pull back the veil between me and my beloved;
Reveal my lover’s uncovered face to me.

Though the quest of others is more noble,
Just let me be a beggar at my lover’s hut.
Though others search elsewhere,
Keep me intent on my lover alone.

You can no better prevent me from joining her
Than restraint the morning breeze from the garden.
Make this simple poetry of Rahman pleasing,
With the blessing of your friend, O God.