Ābrū jab vaṣf tere khulq-i khūbī ke likhe 

Tab ṣafā barg-i sukhan ho jā qalam ho ke’oṛā

 

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When Ābrū writes a description of

your nature full of beauty

Then a polished petal of a sheet shall be

the place and kewra the pen.

 

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Najmuddīn Mubārak Shāh ‘Ābrū’ (1685-1733) 

Bistar-i gul par jo tū ne karvaṭen līn rāt ko

‘It̤r-āgīn ho ga’e a’e gul-badan pis ke phūl

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Tossing and turning on a bed of flowers,

crushing them through the night,

 

Oh rose-bodied one, you have become drenched in perfume.
 

 

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Shāh Naṣīr (1756-1838)