Abu-al-Asar Hafeez Jullundhary

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Ah, how they stun and shock the heart!
Your vulgar ways and rude remarks!

How bold, how full of lust,
This your artless artfulness!

Those who value honour and name,
Pure of heart, modest dames,

Those virtuous beauty queens,
Observe the veil, live unseen.

The world has never had a glimpse,
Of these preety, pious mymphs.

They share the sorrows of their men,
Uncomplaining and content;

The wealth of coyness and reserve,
Multiplies their beauty's worth.

They always shun the public gaze,
Sense of honour forbids display.
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Exhilarating is the air,
Flowers too are fresh and fair;
Melodious is the atmosphere,
Spring displays its bridal wear.

Whither dost thou wend thy way?
Saqi, come and grace this place.
Why demur, why dealy?
Pick the flask, serve the ale;
Pick the flask, fill the cup,
Let me drink, and drink it up.
Towards the garden turn your gaze,
What a beauteous scene prevails!

With sable clouds gathering fast,
The sky is getting overcast;
It seems a crowd of revellers bold,
Is marching to the tavern door.