Ghazal does not begin

To describe you beauty,

Words are no where to be found.

I want to write your ghazal,

But pen does not accompany me.

By looking you from head to legs,

It does not know how to start ghazal.

Seeing your wonderful beauty,

Even the storm in the mind does not subside.

To your words sliding from lips,

It is not understood to write from the pen.

In the flowing Sargam of your breath,

I can't creating the composition of ghazal.

In the beating rhythm of your heart,

I can't keep up the motion.

I am going to write matla of ghazal,

But can't to give justice to matla- e-sani.

I am confused in the writing ghazal,

My mind does not freeze in it.

I am mad in you beauty "murali",

But ghazal does not begin.