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I am secluded from the earth

Crumbs or granules are of no worth



My nature is that of hermit

For me the lonesome wild is fit



Neither love songs of nightingale

Nor fragrant breeze can make me ail



The inmates of garden I shun

I can't afford their flirtation



Forest winds assail with awful might

They accelerate my ethereal flight



I crave not for the birds of prey

I live in a simple, austere way



I spring, recede and again I spring

In veins warm blood I aim to bring



In East and West the partridges lie

My world is blue and boundless sky



Of the realm of birds I am dervish

For a comfy nest I have no wish





("Shaheen" from 'Bal-i-Jibreel' translated by Iqbal A. Rashid)