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Recently by Ravi_Kopra
- Three Hay(na)ku
- Who struck fist? An Armenian poem of Zahrad
- Desire - An Arabic poem of Mureed Barghouthy
- Ready to slit my throat - Rahim Khan Majrooh in translation
- A Persian poem of Faiz Ahmad Faiz in tranlstaion
- Thanks to Syed Aadil Omer for posting a Pushto poem of Rahim Khan Majrooh
- Insulting a whore from Formiae - A poem of Catullus in translation
- tuseeN paagal o - A Punjabi Poem
- Tree -Two Poems by Jane Hirshfield and Ravi Kopra
- Why I Wake Early - Poems of Mary Oliver and Ravi Kopra
- Those who hold Allah true
- The Meaning of Existence
- Muhammad is not crazy
- Earthquakes and Allah
- Safi Lucknawi: merii naash ke sirhaane
- behtar hai k main raastay ki khaak hohoon
Dasghar's 'Rogi' in English
There is no ranja today, nor is there heer
nor sohni nor mahiwaal is there today
still many like them are in love today.
They do not sit on the piles of dirt
nor do they play their flutes
still lovers they are in their hearts today.
If somehow God wanted me to see my lover
then why so long and dark are the nights.
I have now the same old malady that
burns lovers to ashes,
moment by moment my life passes
but my heart still cries for love.
tr. Ravi Kopra
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