Sweet Disorder*by Robert Herrick

A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction --
An erring lace, which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher --
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbands to flow confusedly --
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat --
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility --
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.

*aka "Ode to Bedhead"

Rait par likh ke mera naam mitaya na karo
aankhen sach bolti hain, pyaar chupaya na karo
log har baat ka afsana bana lete hain
sab ko haalaat ki rudaad sunaya na karo
ye zaroori nahin har shakhs masiha hi ho
pyaar ke zakhm amaanat hain dikhaya na karo
shahar-e-ehsaas mein pattharaav bahut hain
dil ko shiishe ke jharonkhon mein sajaaya na karo

(gulam ali)

Har taraf khamoshi ka saya hai,
Zindagi me pyaar kisne paya hai,
Hum yaadon mein jhoomte hai uski aur zamana kehta hai
“Dekho aaj phir peekar aaya hai.”

Khushboo jaise log mile afsaane mein...
Ek Purana Khat khola anjane mein!
Shaam ke saaye balishton se naape hain...
Chand ne kitni der laga di aane mein!
Dil par dastak dene ye kaun aaya hai...
Kiski aahat sunta hoon veerane mein!
Jaane kiska zikr hai is afsaane mein...
Dard maze leta hai jo dohraane mein!