Lighthearted

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

A blind father-in-law, a deaf daughter-in-law too, Yet all have gone, the holy tale to pursue.

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

Your cruelty does not make us doubt your faithfulness; it's merely playful mischief, otherwise, your intention isn't to test us.

The appearance and form of this Sheikh-ji are unusual; When you see him, your eyes will be weary.

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

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

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

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

Having exchanged a few words, they become like pigeons, flying hither and thither, What a delight it is, in thus intertwining and then scattering!

For a while, with that mischievous one, we feigned displeasure, just for formality's sake;But frankly, even that pretense was a distinct manner of our own madness.

O Raanjha, do not look at the village women, For if you do, they will surely blush.

Please stop, my heart, please stop, Just one simple thing, smiling with ease.

What kiss? This much is blessing, true, they never knew abuse's pleasure, too.

What if you cinch it tight, would then my troubles flee?Am I not well acquainted with your slender waist, you see?

If no kiss, then do give me curses, that's alright; after all, you possess a tongue, even if you have no mouth (for a kiss).

Oh 'Aibak', oh 'Gauri', nothing remains after you strike, the melody of 'Khusrau' is always fresh and sweet.

O Ghalib, wherever that flower its beauty does parade,The rosebud's bursting sound is the heart's laughter made.

Your face is an intoxicating delight, Has something truly magnificent happened, sir?

O Kabir, deceive us, but do not deceive anyone. Deceiving us brings happiness, and deceiving others brings sorrow.

Are the boys of Delhi, the playboys and the fools, Whose hearts are so stolen that no sound can be heard?

O gardener, who plucked the buds with a 'chat chat' sound, Did the nightingale feel that the heart and liver were cruel?

By the glance of the intoxicated, my beloved, your beauty is intoxicating; / Neither a dwelling nor a place of rest is for the clever.

In the crowded gathering, I called out to my lover, Oh, how clever were your eyes in your drunken ecstasy?

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

Are these flowers in the desert, or fairies in a row upon a row, Flitting, flitting, in blue and yellow garments?

Such charm and mischief in your image dwell,The mirror, with a hundred fond desires,Like a flower, its embrace it opens well.

Let them inflict as much humiliation as they wish, we will brush it off with a smile. After all, their guard turned out to be an acquaintance of ours.

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

The magic of kohl-filled eyes, I like, A reason I will not give, for I like it.