Friday, September 25, 2009

Poetry By Baba Farid Ganj Shakar...




  • It's a mystery deep and baffling

Worldly life a hidden fire


Allah has done me favour


else I too would have burnt entire





  • Had I known my grip would slip

I would hold Him faster


None is greater than my Lord


In this world and farther





  • Look Farid! At by past

your beard is hoary grey


the future is so near you


the past is far away.




  • Ah Farid! those winsome eyes

Captivating worlds


In the hey-day they couldn't bear weight of kajal-lines


I have seen in them have brooded


In broad day light- birds!





  • Farid if love is born of greed

Call it not love but lust


A roof of grass in pouring rain


crumbles down and must!





  • Rambling through thorny jungles

seekest thou the Lord?


Vain is the quest of thine, for sure,


Dwells in hearts, The Lord!

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