Poem No. 14
My Neighbour Friend
Breathing His Last!
My neighbour friend breathing his last!
What should I do, O god! Aghast!
He is to leave, now can’t remain,
Companions ready to catch the train.
What should I do, O god! Aghast!
On every side decamping talk,
At every place are shrieks in stock
What should I do, O god! Aghast!
Flare up flames in heart to height,
For, visible is not charming sight.
What should I do, O god! Aghast!
Without His love, Bullah in loss,
Can hardly dwell here or across.
What should I do, O god! Aghast!
(Bullah Shah)
Translated by A.R. Luther
