My heart has no repose in this despoiled land <br />Who has ever felt fulfilled in this futile world? <br /> <br />The nightingale complains about neither the sentinel nor the hunter <br />Fate had decreed imprisonment during the harvest of spring <br /> <br />Tell these longings to go dwell elsewhere <br />What space is there for them in this besmirched heart? <br /> <br />Sitting on a branch of flowers, the nightingale rejoices <br />It has strewn thorns in the garden of my heart <br /> <br />I asked for a long life, I received four days <br />Two passed in desire, two in waiting. <br /> <br />The days of life are over, evening has fallen <br />I shall sleep, legs outstretched, in my tomb <br /> <br />How unfortunate is Zafar! For his burial <br />Not even two yards of land were to be had, in the land of his beloved. <br /> <br />[Translation from Urdu Poem 'Jee Nehein Lagta Ujrey Diyaar Mein']<br /><br />Bahadur Shah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jee-nehein-lagta-ujrey-diyaar-mein-english/
