poetry

[Moamar Qazafi]

agar wo puch len hum sy k kis bat ka gham hy........

to kis bat ka gham hy agar wo puch len hum sy

[Moamar Qazafi]

If you think you are beaten, you are.
If you think you dare not, you don’t
If you like to win but think you can’t,
It’s almost a cinch you won’t.
If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost.
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow’s will
It’s all in the state of mind.
If you think you are outclassed, you are.
You’ve got to think high to rise.
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win the prize.
Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man.
But sooner or later,
the man who wins
Is the man who thinks he can.

[Moamar Qazafi]

na khawabun ke tarha na khayalun ke tarha.......
wo larki the riazi ke sawalun ke tarha..
ulge hue the esy ky hal na ho saky.......
sulghe hue the bilkul masalun ke tarha.........

[Moamar Qazafi]

It's not what you gather,
but what you sow,
That gives the heart a warming glow.
It's not what you get, but what you give,
Decides the kind of life you live.
It's not what you have,
But what you spare.
It's not what you take,
But what you share
That pays the greater dividend
And makes you richer in the end.
It's not what you spend upon yourself
Or hide away upon a shelf,
That brings a blessing for the day.
It's what you scatter by the way.
A wasted effort it may seem.
But what you cast upon the stream
Comes back to you recompense
Upon the tides of providence