Shall I Compose an Elegy ?
Javed Ahmad Ghamidi
 
 
    Shall I compose an elegy on thy death,
    Or a sanguine lyric from mine tulip’s cud,
    Milord --- may fall like mild dew on wreath
    Of the claret buds to nip in the bud;
    The love, the sweetest love of a crown-prince!
    The greatest king, ah, killed the fated calf!
    Shall I compose an elegy, when I mince –
    And cut the ‘feet’ in syllables, one and half,
    Two hundred beads the hermit tells and takes
    The chaplet of his rosary in his hand:
    A tragedy of the weaker-vessel make
    The epilogue, the moon-lit night, the sand;
    On shivering throne of marble sits the kings,
    Milord – and ‘all’s well that ends well’ doth sing.
 
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