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(ژوند) چې خمار مستی تري وُځی شراب څه ترخې اوبه وی چې سرور غرور يی نه وی دا ژوندون ژوندون د څه وی چه ده ميني زړه شی پاتي لکه ګل وی ريژيدلی يا شعله يوه د نور وه يا يو موټے ده خځلې چي په ژوند کښې سخته نه وی لکه بي مالګي طعام چي په خوله کښې خندا نه وی لکه ډک ده خاورو جام چي ځوانی کښې تکليف نه وی لکه پټه ميان کښې تُوره نه يی پړق شی نه يی شړنګ شی په زنګونو شي رنځوره چه ارام وی‌او‌سمام وی او ياری په جائداد وی چي پرې سر په خندا داو شی هله خوږ راز و نياز شی چي ده سپينو تورو جنګ شي ښکاره هلته کښي اياز شی ژوند که تش فيرني څټل وی دا خو سپے هم شی څټلے که تش نسل زياتول وی دا غوئے هوم شي کولی ژوند نه خيټه نه ماڼی دی نه ډيری ده سرو لالونو نه ياران نه معشوقي دی نه باغونه د ګلونو ژوند خو تله دی په يو مخه غُرځيدل او پاسيدل دی ټکے سوز او‌ټکے ساز دی څه خندل‌ دی څه ژړل دی ژوند په سترګو د عاشق کښي پلوشه ده‌ د خُمار په صحرا کښې لټول دی د اشنا د کوڅي لاړ Life When with the drunkenness of joy, And its rapturous ecstasy, Wine no longer is imbued, It becomes just bitter water, So distasteful to the mouth; When both happiness and pride, Are no longer part of life, It becomes a cruel joke, Full of cringing and of strife; When the heart can love no longer, Like a withering flower, it droops, What was once a thing of beauty, Is now just a heap of trash; When life is without its stresses, It’s like bland unsalted food; When the mouth’s devoid of laughter, It’s a wine-cup full of sand; Youth at ease, untried by troubles— In a scabbard undrawn blade, Without sheen without its clanging, Blunt and rusted-over, sick! Where there’s ease, a life of comfort, Friendship merely based on wealth, Every cad becomes Farhad, Every donkey-maid, Shireen! When life’s willingly been wagered, Only then dear to the heart, Becomes love and all its secrets, All its amatory conceits. When the swords in all their sheen, In the battle thirst for blood, Then it is Ayyaz is seen, In the thick of all the fray! If our life is licking milk, This the dog does to perfection; If it’s just begetting off-spring, This the bull can even do; Life is not just appetite, Nor majestic palaces; Heaps of rubies piled on high, Nor our friends, when times are good, Nor the loved ones, and their smiles, Nor yet gardens in full bloom. Life is one continuous movement, To achieve a lofty goal; It is stumbling, and regaining Of the feet, as one proceeds; It is part an intense feeling, And part, a moving tune; A few tears and some laughter; And, within a lover’s eyes, It is rapture of the wine; In the wilderness, its searching For the path which leads to love— The beloved’s lovely home! Hyderabad Jail Poet :- Ghani Khan Who is Ghani Khan ? Khan Abdul Ghani Khan. Ghani Khan (Pashto: غني خان) ‎ (1914–1996) was a Pashtun philosopher and Pashto language poet, artist (painter and sculptor), writer and Pashtun nationalist politician of the 20th century. He was a son of Khan Abdul Ghaffar Khan and older brother of Khan Abdul Wali Khan Follow us on Instagram :- https://www.instagram.com/pukhtoshyri Facebook:- https://www.facebook.com/pukhtoshyri Twitter:- https://twitter.com/pukhtoshyri Soundcloud:- https://soundcloud.com/pukhtoshyri