Crescent
Of Eid Makes Me Weep
[ On demand for writing a
verse on crescent of Eid ]
In the Shalamar garden a dried leaf was saying
thus,*
“That
spring season is gone whose confidant I am,
Trample me not! O the visitors of the
garden!
I am the
memorial of the branches of their nests”,
A little
leaf made my heart impatient,
Even in garden
I am entirely grief-stricken of spring,
In the
autumn memory of the spring makes me weep,
How I
can celebrate Eid as I am aggrieved,
Memorials of the olden times are deserted,
I am memorial of the personalities of the
past,
Message of merriment is heralded by
crescent of Eid,
We the
Muslims are ridiculed by crescent of Eid.
·
The poet was very much aggrieved at the estate
of defeat and helplessness of the Turkish
empire. So he wrote this mourning.
·
The
Shalamar garden was built by the architect Moghul Emperor, Shahjehan, in 1632 in
Lahore. It is the symbol of the Muslim grandeur.
( Suggestions invited for betterment
)
