The rain has a mood so like your own,
Each dropping bead in grace is blown,
Like water shaken from your hair,
When you emerge from bathing there.
Bharumal amrani
Bharu Mal Amrani is a distinguished folklorist, poet, writer, researcher, journalist, script writer & compere of Radio Pakistan, and social–environmental activist from Tharparkar, Sindh, who has devoted more than two decades to the preservation, documentation, and promotion of Thari dialect, folklore, culture, and heritage. Currently he is working as a subject specialist of Sindhi at Raichand Rathore Government Higher Secondary School, Chelhar. Born on 17 February 1982 in village Soothar jo Tarr near Chelhar, Tharparkar, he obtained his Master’s degree in Sindhi Literature and Education and did law graduation from the University of Sindh, Jamshoro. He is the author of ten books in Sindhi on Thari folk songs, literature, poetry, culture, and history, and has also compiled and translated important works into Urdu and Punjabi, including the Punjabi translation of his book Sahra kay Dohay, to introduce Thar’s rich literary heritage to a wider national audience. In recognition of his outstanding literary, academic, journalistic, and social services, Bharu Mal Amrani has received several prestigious awards, including the Sindhi Language Authority Award (2018), Sindhi Adabi Sangat Award for Best Research Work on Folk Literature, Climate Award, Sufi Harchand Rai Award, Faqir Muqeem Award, Pakistan Mother Languages Literature Shield, Dewal Mata Kharoro Cultural Committee Award, Federal Urdu University Sindhi Department Shield, and the Asif Farrukhi Ilm-o-Aagahi Award (2022).
The Mood of the Rain is Just like You
The rain has a mood so like your own,
Each dropping bead in grace is blown,
Like water shaken from your hair,
When you emerge from bathing there.
Each drop taps soft upon the door,
Like gentle pats I’ve felt before—
Your tender hand upon my skin.
And then it stops, as if within
A sudden anger holds your tongue,
Mid-speech, a quiet shadow flung.
The rain has a mood so like your own!
The whim that drives each falling droplet
Is like your heart—no force can stop it.
A tide that rises in your breast,
Sometimes a flood that leaves no rest,
Sometimes a force that breaks and tears,
And leaves behind a trail of cares.
And yet, a single drop can drench,
With warmth no sudden cold can quench—
Just like the fold of your embrace.
And then it lingers, slows its pace,
To tease and torment, hold and strain,
Just like your sweet, enticing pain.
Oh, the rain has a mood so like your own!
مِينهَن کي تو جهڙو مزاج آهي
مِينهَن کي تو جهڙو مزاج آهي،
ڦُڙو ڦُڙو ايئن ٿو وسي،
جيئن تون وهنجي وار ڇنڊيندي آهين.
ڦُڙو ڦُڙو ايئن ٿو در وڄائي ،
جيئن تُنهنجي هٿ جي ٿپڪي ٿيندي آهي،
ڦڙو ڦڙو وسندي وسندي ائين ٿو رُڪجي،
جيئن تون ڳالهائيندي ڳالهائيندي ڪاوڙجندِي آهين،
مينهن کي تو جهڙو مِزاج آهي،
ڦُڙي ڦُڙي جو پُور ائين،
تُنهنجي من جي موج جِئين
ڪڏهن ريلي ٿو ڇڏي،
ڪڏهن ڀيلي ٿو ڇڏي،
ڦُڙي ڦُڙي جو ڪڏهن پُسائڻ اهڙو
تُنهنجي پيار جي ڀاڪر جهڙو
ڦڙي ڦڙي جو ڪڏهن ترسائڻ اهڙو
تُنهنجي تڙپائڻ جهڙو
مينهن کي تو جهڙو مِزاج آهي!
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