Original In Pushto By Rahim Khan Majrooh
Translated By Syed Aadil Omer
True; the threats of floods are there
But I’ll keep planting flowers by the river
For, who’s relinquished life in fright of death?
Just to keep my feel alive
I wash my wounds with salty water,
Lest, who’d choose to inflict pain upon oneself!
Peace grows not like the wild seeds of mustard
On each the barren land
It needs the moisture of Justice with a thorough sprinkle
Why do you hurl stones at the mirror
Upon seeing the strands of gray in your locks
Time’s not like Rahim Khan, O’ my naïve dear!