Mushaira-e-Iftaar

Today is the fourteenth consecutive day we’ve been fasting during the day, and will continue to fast for the next 15 or 16 days, depending upon moon-sighting. During the holy month of Ramazan friends and relative invite each other for Iftaar (breaking of fast) dinner.

Yesterday I started a thread on email with a few verses, and my friends gave an overwhelming response likewise. This is how it went like.

{ English}

Me:
O’ my brothers the great
Long time since we’ve all met

Why don’t you invite for Aftaar
Let the venue be near or let it be far!

Sharoon:
You owe us a b’day treat so let it be aftaar,
Do it quickly bro as the eid is not so far

Me:
Ye Eid is near ‘n’ lots o expenses are in line
You must invite us and be our Valentine!!! 🙂

Umar:
In ramzan ..there is no room for wine and dine
Go to langar of Abdullah Shah Ghazi and stand in line

Me:
Anyone from our group should invite
Aftar may be heavy or it may be light…

{ Urdu}

Rehan:
Rasm-e-dunya bhi hay, moqa bhi hay aur ooper sey hey Ramazan
Mil k dey dein Iftaar-dinner, Agha, Azhar aur Umar Khan!

Me:
But, ramzan me b tum log kya kam girte ho
Aftar ko aftar nhi, valima samajhtay ho…

Umar:
Jaib k haalat buhut hain kharab
Kabhi hamain khilao naan shah faisal k kabab

Rehan:
after eid, alag sey dey ga toh phatt jaye gee
mil k dey dou abhi, jaib aur izzat, bach jaye gee

Umar:
Jazbaat o ahsaasaat ko kaarobaar bana baithay ho
Gift daitay nahi party ki batain kartay ho

Sharoon:
Wo Dost tha magar uski achi Kamai na thi,
K Soup, bottle, Chai usne kabi Pilai na thi

Umar:
Baby aur teekoo ki buhut bari kamaaee thee
Q K unkay saath peer ki dua aur rehnumaaee thee

The Vagabond

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The Vagabond

Give to me the life I love,
Let the lave go by me,
Give the jolly heaven above
And the byway nigh me.
Bed in the bush with stars to see,
Bread I dip in the river –
There’s the life for a man like me,
There’s the life for ever.

Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o’er me;
Give the face of earth around
And the road before me.
Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I seek, the heaven above
And the road below me.

Or let autumn fall on me
Where afield I linger,
Silencing the bird on tree,
Biting the blue finger.
White as meal the frosty field –
Warm the fireside haven –
Not to autumn will I yield,
Not to winter even!

Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o’er me;
Give the face of earth around,
And the road before me.
Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I ask, the heaven above
And the road below me.

Robert Louis Stevenson