Death's Rhyme Poem by Shaikh Ayaz
Death's Rhyme
Yesterday the chief Justice
spoke thus to Emperor Aurangzeb:
'Sarmad is lost in himself,
he is nothing but a rhymester,
Why put him to death, it's not necessary! '
Aurangzeb laughed and said:
'Every quartrain of his is a dagger drawn,
As it reaches its concluding rhyme,
It has a sharp edge
And each time it cuts off my head.'
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Translated by: Farrukhi & Pirzado
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