Muaarri

It is said, Muaarri never par-took of meat,

He survived on flower and fruit.

A friend sent to him partridge baked ,

The virtuoso, by the dodge, perchance, be plagued.

Muaarri, spied the appetizing fowl baked,

The poet of gurfan-o-lajumaat, thus, mused.

 Tell me, what was your crime, O bird wretched,

 For which you deserved punishment so wicked?

Alas, a hundred times,alas you were not born an eagle,

 thy eye did not perceive the nature’s signal. 

From the time of creation, the Dispenser of fates has ordained,

The penalty is abrupt death, for the crime of being faint and drained.

Jibrael and Iblees............

Jibraeel (Gabriel)and Iblees, both, were angles, together in the heaven. Iblees was turned out of the heaven for disobeying God and turned into Devil
Jibraeel," Old friend! How is the world of colour and fragrance?"
Iblees,"    Full of heat of heart, of pain, wound, quest and
                aspiration."
Jibraeel," Of you, often in the heaven, angles mull over,

                Is it not possible, bygones ignored and your damaged wear be
                put back together?"
Iblees,"    Alas! Jibraeel! You are not aware of the secret profound,
                My broken glass of wine, truly, has bestowed upon me vision unbound.
                Impossible now my habitation here! Impossible here now my
                habitation! 
                How subdued is this place, without streets and bastion.
                The exuberance of universe, diminished by pervading nothingness,
                For such a place, neither despair nor hope, is goodness."
Jibraeel, " Repudiation has lost to you the pinnacles lofty,
                What appeal remains in eyes of God, for angles holy?"
Iblees, "   It is my fortitude that advancement fascinates man, of dust made,
                By my endeavour, the clothes of wisdom’s fibre made.
                Sitting on the shore, the war of good and bad, you eye,
                But who is receiving the blows of storm, you or I.
                Without hand and feet, helpless, are the wise and the prophet,
                My struggles from moment to moment span from river to river
                and from rivulet to rivulet.
                Enquire of God, if granted audience ever,
                Whose blood made the life of Man so full of colour?
                I am, niggling, like a thorn, in the heart of God,
                And you merely whine,” Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!”

Intones the Preacher............

Intones the Preacher, renunciation, here, fulfilment bestow!  
Renounced the world? Then, renounce the heavens too.
Commendable to die than to follow without question,
Find your path! Give up the refrain of Preacher’s exhilaration
The sacrament of love, is to rest away from the assembly,
Renounce the temple, the gratifying and the holy.
It is no deal making, it is worship of God,
O gullible! Renounce also the desire of reward.