Happy

Fortunate the humble soul, Asad, who through content's embrace,Can make an ant's mere footprint Solomon's royal place.

Ah, the joy of spring's arrival, what delight!My passion for ghazal-reciting burns anew, so bright.

Why shouldn't the world be joyful, Ghalib, The pious King has found his cure.

Asad, my hands and feet swelled with joy,When she said, 'Just press my feet for a while.'

The flowers bring memories, filling baskets full, That gardener woman is very loving, I like her.

Break the bonds of shame, scatter your tresses free,Though life becomes chaotic, it is pleasing to me.

Laugh unfailingly, laugh certainly,Even in sorrow, laugh uninhibitedly.This wisdom of madness,I truly adore.

If there's no sorrow, then no quality is in me, I am content that I have brought nobility with me.

The coy display of teeth's playfulness is for laughter;The claim of gathering friends is a cause for laughter.

O Holy Prophet, you have been blessed by Allah with the promise that your desires shall be fulfilled; and we, your humble followers, have complete faith in Allah's assurance that you shall be happy with Allah's Bounty. We hope that the Gracious One will declare us successful in the test of earthly life, because we have correctly understood the Divine words: 'Intercede, and your intercession shall be accepted.'

When the beloved claps her hands in laughter's joyous flight,Like a glow-worm, she would spread on the moon her brilliant light.

My heavy-burdened soul became the whetstone for the beloved's keen gaze, Bravo! How blessed am I for this slow, enduring, lingering phase!

He Himself excuses every particle's wild, drunken state,Whose manifestation makes earth to sky brim with joyous elation.

May you live for a thousand years,May each year have fifty thousand days.

The garden has so deeply cherished your presence,Each bud blooming is its embrace opening.

Speak words like this, losing the self's conceit; which cools others, and gives coolness to the self.

Whenever the name enters the heart, the sins are destroyed. As if a spark of fire falls upon old grass.

Speak such words, losing the self's ego, That cool the minds of others, and cool the self too.

Seeing her simplicity, my heart rejoices in her love,

Our love, captivated by her grace, / Both wounded and healing, embraced her embrace.

The garden flourishes to such an extent, seeing you,The flower itself reaches the corner of your turban.

To compare such a cheerful face with a lamp's glow, Is like the tearful countenance of the evening gathering.

My magic has brought joy to this place, Otherwise, what is my verse, what is my poetry?

Again, with such a splendor, spring has graced,That even sun and moon gaze, quite entranced.

At your thought, my soul quivers with delight,Like the wind's soft dance and the candle's fluttering light.

Her face is pure as snow, in what exquisite manner she is steeped in intoxication; Today, spring has bloomed upon that beautiful maiden, who has become tipsy from the wine.

Asad, it's the drunken stumble, the fervor of the show, From wine's fiery glow, the friend's market warmly does glow.

For how long have I stood, thus enchanted,In this Meena Bazaar;Rows of gazes have formed, of gazes,I stand in their queue.

To become kohl in shy eyes, there's pleasure in swaying.Let it be the subject of talk, there's pleasure in being discussed!

Those who consider love blind, they can never comprehend this;There's a delight even in colliding with a completely unknown eye!