Stars, for many ages puzzles to an ignorant world,

Flashed jewel-like upon by darkened age.

Past ages sought the heights of wonder, the entanglement of space, 

Sometimes sadly slept, sometimes woke, a song on their lips.

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Stars whose home is the heights

Speak as signs, yet silently;

Alluring songs of light, princes of space,

Regents of our fate;

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Stars, where the weak seek eternal refuge,

The caravan a guiding light;

Stars the child reaches to kiss,

Which the beauty craves as jewels;

Stars the lover seeks to pluck from the skies

To scatter in her path, to adorn their bed of love;

Stars the infidel falls to adore,

Which singers wish to sprinkle in their songs;

Stars poets dream to use to grace their lines;

Stars uncountable,

Never deign to come to earth,

Ever from our reach,

Looking down upon us with a prideful glance.

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O beautiful people of my age,

Our age, possessed of all-embracing love,

Conqueror of fire and air,

Now commands homage from the Universe.

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O people of my age and you yet to come! 

Enjoy the wondrous gift of this age.

Soon you may go to another star to meet a loved one.

Soon someone there, thinking of you, may even come here.

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From:   Ā’o kih ko‘ī khvāb bunen (Come So We Might Create Some Dreams). Dihlī: Panjābī Pustak Bhanḍār. 1973. pp. 21 – 22

Mere ʻahd ke hasīnon̲ is quoted in full in Urdu Poetry, 1935-1970