What makes her Pretty ??

Its the goodness in her heart that makes a Girl pretty

Its her inner strength that makes a Girl admirable

Its the Sacrifice she makes that makes a Girl unique

Its her compromise with Everything that makes her precious

She is beautiful not based on her looks

But

What makes her beautiful is her inner beauty

She is Flower of every Mom's Garden, Yes She is the Girl who makes the World Pretty

For All the girls in the World !

ALLAH

I know you are there
Little bird,
Covered by rich green, talking to the tree
Yes, a talking tree!

I know you are hiding
Little ant,
Under the solid brown, listening to the song
Yes, the singing earth!

I know you are relaxing
Tiny drop of rain,
Inside the airy white, hearing the laugh
Yes, a laughing cloud!

I know you are dancing
Little bee,
Beside fresh colors, joining a prayer
Yes, a praying flower!

I know you are breathing
Little fish,
Deep in the wide blue, amazed by stories
Yes, the Historian Ocean!

I am sitting in my room
Seeing you all in the heart of my eye
Praising the work of God
Wishing to add more before I die

Talking tree
Singing earth
Laughing cloud
Praying flower; and
Historian Ocean
Let me join you, and be sublime
Praising God till the end of our time!

http://www.islamicpoetry.org/s1-1:1.htm

tum jo naa aa'e the to....(urdu)

Before You Came....(english)

English Translation

Before you came things were just what they were:
the road precisely a road, the horizon fixed,
the limit of what could be seen,
a glass of wine was no more than a glass of wine.

With you the world took on the spectrum
radiating from my heart: your eyes gold
as they open to me, slate the color
that falls each time I lost all hope.

With your advent roses burst into flame:
you were the artist of dried-up leaves, sorceress
who flicked her wrist to change dust into soot.
You lacquered the night black.

As for the sky, the road, the cup of wine:
one was my tear-drenched shirt,
the other an aching nerve,
the third a mirror that never reflected the same thing.

Now you are here again—stay with me.
This time things will fall into place;
the road can be the road,
the sky nothing but sky;
the glass of wine, as it should be, the glass of wine.

Original Urdu

tum jo naa aa'e the to har chiiz vahii thii kih jo hai
aasmaaN hadd-e-nazar, raahguzar raahguzar, shiishaah-e-mai,
shiishaah-e-mai

aur ab shiishaah-e-mai, raahguzar, rang-e-falak
rang hai dil kaa mere, "khoon-e-jigar hone tak"
champaa'i rang kabhii, raahat-e-diidaar kaa rang
sur'ma'ii rang kabhii, saa'at-e-bezaar kaa rang

zard pattoN kaa xas-o-xaar kaa rang
surkh phuuloN kaa, dahakte hu'e gulzaar kaa rang
zahar kaa rang, lahuu rang. shab-e-taar kaa rang

aasmaaN, rahguzar, shiishaah-e-mai
koii bhiigaa hu'aa daaman, ko'ii dukhtii hu'ii rag
ko'ii har lahzaah badaltaa hu'aa aa'iinaah hai

ab jo aa'e ho to Thahro kih koii rang, koii rut ko'ii shai
ek jagah par Thahre
phir se ik baar har ik chiiz vahii ho ke jo hai
aasmaaN hadd-e-nazar, rahguzar rahguzar, shiishaah-e-mai,
shiishaah-e-mai

Dont Come back Ahmed Faraz

English Translation of Us ne kahaa sun by AHMED FARAZ

She said: listen

She said: listen
Don't come back if
you think it
to fulfill your promise.
People with obligations are
either compelled or
are tired of separations.
Go and fulfill others' desires
and fall in love with other women.
I will not call you.
But when you burn inside
with the blaze of wanting me,
needing me,
and your heart weeps,
you can then
come back to me.




(original) Us ne kahaa suno

Us ne kahaa sun
Ahad nibhaane kii Khaatir mat aana
Ahad nibhaane vaale aksar majaburi ya
Mahjuri ki thakan se lauTaa karte hain
Tum jaao aur dariyaa dariyaa pyaas bujhaao
Jin aankhon mein Duubo
Jis dil mein bhi utro
Meri talab aavaz na degii
Lekin jab meri chahat aur meri Khvahish ki lau
Itni taiz aur itni uunchii ho jaaye
Jab dil rode
Tab lauT aanaa ..!

The secret under this rotating dome is.... Translation of تم بتا دو راز جو اس گنبد گرداں ميں ہے

Translation

The bright sun is hidden, the night shows its face
The night's hair is spread on shoulders of the earth

This black dress is preparation for some one's mourning
Perhaps the Nature's assemblage for the sun is mourning

The sky is casting a spell over the talking lip
The night's magician is watching the awakened eye

The wind current is submerged in the river of silence
However, the tolling bell's sound comes from the distance

Heart which in love's turmoil is evading the world
Has dragged me here far from the maddening crowd

I am the spectator of the spectacle of disappointments
I am the associate of those sleeping in solitude's corner

O My restlessness! Wait and let me rest awhile
And let me shed a few tears at this habitation

O those steeped in a swoon, "Where are you?
Tell me something of the land where you live

Is that world also one of prevarication?
Is that world also one of denizens' struggle?

Is Man engulfed by sorrow in that land also?
Is Man's heart suppressed and helpless in that land also?

Does the moth burn itself in candle's love in that land also?
Does the tale of flower and nightingale exist in that garden also?

In this world a single hemistich perturbs the heart
Does there also the warmth of verse soften the heart?

This world's relations and alliances life's woes are
Are similar sharp thorns present in that garden also?

The daily bread and a million calamities this world has
Does the soul freedom from anxieties in that world has?

Are the thunder, the farmer, the harvest there also?
Are the caravan and the robber's fear there also?

Do birds collect bits of straw for nests there also?
Is the search for bricks and clay for house there also?

Are the humans unaware of their reality there also?
Are they after nations' and customs' discrimination there also

Does garden not cry at the nightingale's wail there also?
Like this world is there no sympathy in that world also?

Does the Paradise a garden or a restful mansion constitute?
Or does the Eternal Beauty's Unveiled Face it constitute ?

Does hell a method of burning away sins constitute?
Or it in flames of fire a way of discipline constitute?

Has walking given way to speedy flying in that world?
What is the secret of what is called death by denizens of this world?

Life eases the heart's restlessness in this world
Is human knowledge also restricted in that world?

Does the separated heart get satisfaction by sight there also?
Are "Lan Tar�n�" saying the ��rs of that land also

Does the soul get solace in longing there also?
Is man a victim of desire to learn there also ?

Ah! Is that land also filled with darkness?
Or with Love's light is completely illuminated?

Tell us what the secret under this rotating dome is
Death is a pricking sharp thorn in the human breast !

ORIGINAL (urdu)

مہر روشن چھپ گيا ، اٹھي نقاب روئے شام
شانہ ہستي پہ ہے بکھرا ہوا گيسوئے شام
يہ سيہ پوشي کي تياري کس کے غم ميں ہے
محفل قدرت مگر خورشيد کے ماتم ميں ہے
کر رہا ہے آسماں جادو لب گفتار پر
ساحر شب کي نظر ہے ديدہ بيدار پر
غوطہ زن درياے خاموشي ميں ہے موج ہوا
ہاں ، مگر اک دور سے آتي ہے آواز درا
دل کہ ہے بے تابي الفت ميں دنيا سے نفور
کھنچ لايا ہے مجھے ہنگامہ عالم سے دور
منظر حرماں نصيبي کا تماشائي ہوں ميں
ہم نشين خفتگان کنج تنہائي ہوں ميں
تھم ذرا بے تابي دل! بيٹھ جانے دے مجھے
اور اس بستي پہ چار آ نسو گرانے دے مجھے
اے مے غفلت کے سر مستو ، کہاں رہتے ہو تم
کچھ کہو اس ديس کي آ خر ، جہاں رہتے ہو تم
وہ بھي حيرت خانہ امروز و فردا ہے کوئي؟
اور پيکار عناصر کا تماشا ہے کوئي؟
آدمي واں بھي حصار غم ميں ہے محصور کيا؟
اس ولا يت ميں بھي ہے انساں کا دل مجبور کيا؟
واں بھي جل مرتا ہے سوز شمع پر پروانہ کيا؟
اس چمن ميں بھي گل و بلبل کا ہے افسانہ کيا؟
ياں تو اک مصرع ميں پہلو سے نکل جاتا ہے دل
شعر کي گر مي سے کيا واں بھي پگل جاتاہے دل؟
رشتہ و پيوند ياں کے جان کا آزار ہيں
اس گلستاں ميں بھي کيا ايسے نکيلے خار ہيں؟
اس جہاں ميں اک معيشت اور سو افتاد ہے
روح کيا اس ديس ميں اس فکر سے آزاد ہے؟
کيا وہاں بجلي بھي ہے ، دہقاں بھي ہے ، خرمن بھي ہے؟
قافلے والے بھي ہيں ، انديشہ رہزن بھي ہے؟
تنکے چنتے ہيں و ہاں بھي آ شياں کے واسطے؟
خشت و گل کي فکر ہوتي ہے مکاں کے واسطے؟
واں بھي انساں اپني اصليت سے بيگانے ہيں کيا؟
امتياز ملت و آئيں کے ديوانے ہيں کيا؟
واں بھي کيا فرياد بلبل پر چمن روتا نہيں؟
اس جہاں کي طرح واں بھي درد دل ہوتا نہيں؟
باغ ہے فردوس يا اک منزل آرام ہے؟
يا رخ بے پردہ حسن ازل کا نام ہے؟
کيا جہنم معصيت سوزي کي اک ترکيب ہے؟
آگ کے شعلوں ميں پنہاں مقصد تاويب ہے؟
کيا عوض رفتار کے اس ديس ميں پرواز ہے؟
موت کہتے ہيں جسے اہل زميں ، کيا راز ہے ؟
اضطراب دل کا ساماں ياں کي ہست و بود ہے
علم انساں اس ولايت ميں بھي کيا محدود ہے؟
ديد سے تسکين پاتا ہے دل مہجور بھي؟
'لن تراني' کہہ رہے ہيں يا وہاں کے طور بھي؟
جستجو ميں ہے وہاں بھي روح کو آرام کيا؟
واں بھي انساں ہے قتيل ذوق استفہام کيا؟
آہ! وہ کشور بھي تاريکي سے کيا معمور ہے؟
يا محبت کي تجلي سے سراپا نور ہے؟
تم بتا دو راز جو اس گنبد گرداں ميں ہے
موت اک چبھتا ہوا کانٹا دل انساں ميں ہے

Dreams

by Edgar Allan Poe

Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
'Twere better than the cold reality
Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
But should it be- that dream eternally
Continuing- as dreams have been to me
In my young boyhood- should it thus be given,
'Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.
For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright
I' the summer sky, in dreams of living light
And loveliness,- have left my very heart
In climes of my imagining, apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thought- what more could I have seen?
'Twas once- and only once- and the wild hour
From my remembrance shall not pass- some power
Or spell had bound me- 'twas the chilly wind
Came o'er me in the night, and left behind
Its image on my spirit- or the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
Too coldly- or the stars- howe'er it was
That dream was as that night-wind- let it pass.

I have been happy, tho' in a dream.
I have been happy- and I love the theme:
Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life,
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality, which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love- and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.

A Little Girl's Prayer

by Katherine Mansfield

Grant me the moment, the lovely moment
That I may lean forth to see
The other buds, the other blooms,
The other leaves on the tree:

That I may take into my bosom
The breeze that is like his brother,
But stiller, lighter, whose faint laughter
Exhoes the joy of the other.

Above on the blue and white cloud-spaces
There are small clouds at play.
I watch their remote, mysterious play-time
In the other far-away.

Grant I may hear the small birds singing
the song that the silence knows...
(The Light and the Shadow whisper together,
The lovely moment grows,

Ripples into the air like water
Away and away without sound,
And the little girl gets up from her praying
On the cold ground)

I AM NOT KNOWN

Not a believer inside the mosque, am I
Nor a pagan disciple of false rites
Not the pure amongst the impure
Neither Moses, nor the Pharoh

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

Not in the holy Vedas, am I
Nor in opium, neither in wine
Not in the drunkard`s intoxicated craze
Niether awake, nor in a sleeping daze

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

In happiness nor in sorrow, am I
Neither clean, nor a filthy mire
Not from water, nor from earth
Neither fire, nor from air, is my birth

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

Not an Arab, nor Lahori
Neither Hindi, nor Nagauri
Hindu, Turk, nor Peshawari
Nor do I live in Nadaun

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

Secrets of religion, I have not known
From Adam and Eve, I am not born
I am not the name I assume
Not in stillness, nor on the move

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

I am the first, I am the last
None other, have I ever known
I am the wisest of them all
Bulleh! do I stand alone?

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

so you can stay with me for a little while.!

I wake up each morning
ready to start the day
my first thoughts are of you
and how you are away.

I pull the covers back over me
and drift back off to sleep
because there in my dreams,
you're there for me to keep

I don't have to say goodbye
I don't have to be blue
I don't have to walk away
I can stay right there with you

We are happy and holding hands
smiling, looking at each other
knowing that this feels so right
and there will never be another

Yes, in my dreams you're always there
and you always make me smile
so I'll just sleep a little bit longer
so you can stay with me for a little while.

Love will never !!!

Love will never put you down,
won't cheat or mess around.

Love won't criticize or scorn,
won't leave you forlorn.

Love won't knock you to the ground,
or make you fear certain sounds.

Love won't verbally berate you
or accuse you of not being true.

Love will not make you powerless
or increase your stress.

When you're in love, love will accept you for you,
for it respects you and allows you to stay true
to yourself and doesn't make you change.

THOSE...........................

~Those Who Love You~

If anyone should hurt you
And say a thing unkind
Remember what I tell you
And keep these things in mind.

For every one who makes you cry
There are three who make you smile
And a smile will last a long, long time
But a tear just a little while!

If someone says a thing that's cruel,
Don't let it get to you,
There's so much good about you,
And your faults are very few.

So if a certain someone
Should act a certain way,
Just think of those who love you
And don't let it ruin your day.

Don't let someone who hates the world
Cause you to hate it too,
For behind the clouds is a golden sun,
And a sky that's bright and blue!