Long Highwayman Poems

MIRZA GHALIB ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS

Urdu poems about tyranny, the world, sky, sun, wind, night, faith, roses, creation & entropy.

Tyranny adores those who adore the tyrant.
—Mirza Ghalib, translation by Michael R. Burch

Having adopted a mendicant’s rags, Ghalib,
I’m...

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Otto`s life is not
their British
sickular motto
Grue is his banner
left by his
blue-eyed Brit mom
left long by one of
those hated South
African Paki
His guilty pleasures
in Green Street have
no recognition like
many such Aussies in
mulberry bushes
Yet he shovels the
stake of...

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Legend of Fosse Way

Riding hard under a moonlight high 
not a leaf rustling and it troubles my mind
In the distance there's music of the lyre and flute 
rippling over the moors
Serenading the stars  
The...

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From beneath the dust bowl storm, from when st they came,
Blazing a trail across the pages of historical fame.
Accelerations desperadoes, with guns drawn, wild hearts
Beating as thunder, they are the restless and  free,
 Bandits...

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There's a fine line between fortune and fame 
I was riding with the Devil till my horse went lame 
I was all alone till loneliness came 
The Count of Monte Cristo must have felt the...

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"come fluttering words, come drifting words to me...."
                           ...

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On a horse at the crossroads a pistol in his hand
Dressed in dark clothing he looked fine and grand
Waiting in the moonlight for the York coach to appear
With cool nerves of steel; he showed no...

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For love has come, thus will go..
But do you think I will ever let you so
You will be alone in wandering
And might think that I will do nothing..

So there I went to seek revenge
Rode my...

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Nestled deep in the tawny, drab woodland
Sedate cottage neither haughty nor grand
Sparse hovel of unassuming, itinerant brigand
Martial decor of detached highwayman starkly bland
The etched path sculpted by intemperate hand
No manicured garden on the scrubby strand
Briers...

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I was a highwayman, a mercenary, 
For my own moral fibre and future happiness, 
But they interfaced me with religion and tradition, 
Which offset my deep contentedness. 

They had a different crux from me, 
Which...

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The shadows on the moonlit road
Belonged to ancient trees,
But then I saw a hulking form
That made my marrow freeze.

He stood well over six feet tall,
His face was long and lean,
‘Though dressed in velvet like a...

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Life is endeavored in ramification;
A striver in pain 
Someone been blackmailed
Highwayman got caught
A failure/loser lean down
Old age,hair changing to Grey 
Candle been burn out
Sun left a view,
oh changing to dark(Night)

They all hate it
They want it...

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On the bridge of that vast machine
built by ever-restless hearts,
the captain confirms status green,
speaks the word - the engine starts.

And in a boggling twist of space,
the vessel races to the edge
of mankind's ever-searching face.
Behold! A...

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