Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.

The same night whitening the same trees.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.

Another’s. She will be another’s. As she was before my kisses.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

bol ki lab āzād haiñ tere

lab=lips

bol zabāñ ab tak terī hai

terā sutvāñ jism hai terā

sutvāñ=straight

bol ki jaañ ab tak terī hai

dekh ki āhan-gar kī dukāñ meñ

āhan-gar=ironsmith

tund haiñ sho.ale surḳh hai aahan

tund=fast/rapid, sho.ale=burning coal, surḳh=red, aahan=iron

khulne lage qufloñ ke dahāne

qufloñ=locks, dahāne=mouth

phailā har ik zanjīr kā dāman

zanjīr=chain/shackles, dāman=border

bol ye thoḌā vaqt bahut hai

jism o zabāñ kī maut se pahle

bol ki sach zinda hai ab tak

bol jo kuchh kahnā hai kah le

ye na thī hamārī qismat ki visāl-e-yār hotā

agar aur jiite rahte yahī intizār hotā

visāl-e-yār=meeting with lover

tire va.ade par jiye ham to ye jaan jhuuT jaanā

ki ḳhushī se mar na jaate agar e'tibār hotā

tirī nāzukī se jaanā ki bañdhā thā ahd bodā

kabhī tū na toḌ saktā agar ustuvār hotā

bañdhā=tie, bodā=delicate, ustuvār=strong

koī mere dil se pūchhe tire tīr-e-nīm-kash ko

ye ḳhalish kahāñ se hotī jo jigar ke paar hotā

tīr-e-nīm-kash=half drawn arrow, khalish=unease, jigar=heart

ye kahāñ kī dostī hai ki bane haiñ dost nāseh

koī chārasāz hotā koī ġham-gusār hotā

nāseh=advisor, ġham-gusār=comforter

rag-e-sañg se Tapaktā vo lahū ki phir na thamtā

jise ġham samajh rahe ho ye agar sharār hotā

rag-e-sañg=vein of stone, lahū =blood, sharār =spark

ġham agarche jāñ-gusil hai pa kahāñ bacheñ ki dil hai

ġham-e-ishq gar na hotā ġham-e-rozgār hotā

jāñ-gusil=heart breaking, bacheñ=escape, ġham-e-rozgār=sorrow of sustenance 

kahūñ kis se maiñ ki kyā hai shab-e-ġham burī balā hai

mujhe kyā burā thā marnā agar ek baar hotā

shab-e-ġham= night of sorrow

hue mar ke ham jo rusvā hue kyuuñ na ġharq-e-dariyā

na kabhī janāza uThtā na kahīñ mazār hotā

rusvā= disgrace, ġharq-e-dariyā= drown in the river, janāza= funeral, mazār= shrine

use kaun dekh saktā ki yagāna hai vo yaktā

jo duī kī bū bhī hotī to kahīñ do-chār hotā

yagāna=unique

ye masā.il-e-tasavvuf ye tirā bayān 'ġhālib'

tujhe ham valī samajhte jo na bāda-ḳhvār hotā

masā.il-e-tasavvuf= problems of mysticism/sufism, valī=saint, bāda-ḳhvār=drinker

        All the world's a stage,

From: As you Like It

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

You did not come,

And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb,—

Yet less for loss of your dear presence there

Than that I thus found lacking in your make

That high compassion which can overbear

Reluctance for pure lovingkindness’ sake

Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum,

You did not come.

You love not me,

And love alone can lend you loyalty;

–I know and knew it. But, unto the store

Of human deeds divine in all but name,

Was it not worth a little hour or more

To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came

To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be

You love not me?