Ghazal Of Sayyid Ahmad

My heart is torn by the tyranny of women very quietly; Day and night my tears are wearing away my cheeks very quietly. Life is a red thing like the sun setting very quietly; Setting quickly and heavily and very quietly. If you are to buy heaven by a good deed, to-day the market is open; To-morrow is a day when no man buys, And the caravan is broken up very quietly. The kings are laughing and the slaves are laughing; but for your sake Sayyid Ahmad is walking and mourning very quietly. From the Pus'hto (Afghans, nineteenth century).