THE ROSE did caper on her cheek by Emily Dickinson in Urdu

THE ROSE did caper on her cheek,
Her bodice rose and fell,
Her pretty speech, like drunken men,
Did stagger pitiful.

Her fingers fumbled at her work,—
Her needle would not go;
What ailed so smart a little maid
It puzzled me to know,

Till opposite I spied a cheek
That bore another rose;
Just opposite, another speech
That like the drunkard goes;

A vest that, like the bodice, danced
To the immortal tune,—
Till those two troubled little clocks
Ticked softly into one.

~Emily Dickinson (1830–86)

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Urdu version:

Jab uskee gallon pe ek gulaabee phool naacha,
Uskee choli oopar neechay honay laggi,
Uskee saaf taqreer sharabion jaisee
Ek-dum gar-magrarnay laggi.

Kaam par uskee unglian totlanay laggi
Uskee sooee aagay na jaanay laggi,
Is hoshair chhoti see nokranni ko kya hooa
Main jan-nay ko preshan honnay laggi.

Tab chhupkay say dekhi ek aur gaal,
Lagga tha jis pe ek aur gulaabee phool,
Wo khara tha uskay samnay, taqreer uskee
Bhi sharabion jaisee gar-maranay laggi.

Uska chhota coat bhi, choli jaisay naachnay lagga,
Sun-tay hooey wo la-zawal dhund—
Jab tak wo dono chhotee see preshan gharian
Ek ban kar mulai-amat se na chalnay laggeen.