ISBN: 9781624887505


My Beautiful, Beautiful Marjorie

And it was love at the very first sight

She filled the gulf of my empty life

And on my knees when I fell and begged

She graciously said she’ll become my wife


Title Page

Copyright Page


1 Show me the light; show me the way

2 Marjorie

3 O once I heard a mystic say

4 Of love and bondage

5 I’m so proud I must be mad

6 So come on, baby, let’s have fun

7 Come, look at me and give me a smile

8 O if you fell for a beautiful girl

9 Don’t say don’t

10 I just can’t win

11 Oh, how I love that girl of mine

12 No, I don’t want to be in love again

13 O come and see your lover’s plight

14 Oh, I’m so lonely; I’m so blue

15 Oh, it’s the same all over again

16 The breeze is bringing the scent of a friend

17 Some good in life we ought to do

18 I want to be hit by a thunderbolt

19 O give me back my peace of mind

20 So please come back and deceive me again

21 Put on your best and wear a smile

22 So I’m the Romeo of the lovers’ lore

23 If only, darling, you’ll give them a chance

24 Make me, O Lord, your worthy slave

25 No peace to life did it ever bring

26 Yes, go, my love, but before you go

27 O look how fast the things can change

28 You can’t help loving those gorgeous girls

29 I think I’m falling in love with you

30 O before you fall for a beautiful belle

31 May they last forever and ever

32 From here to eternity

33 But it’s all right; I don’t really mind

34 I see in her face the glory of God

35 So sigh you not O heart of mine

36 Her hair, it’s cruel the way she ties

37 So go and beg for the mercy of God

38 To make me jealous, she thinks, it’s fair

39 He loves her dainty, precious nose

40 But I love you more, a whole lot more

41 Oh, how it reflects your beautiful face

42 I know you won’t come but don’t say no

43 I do; I do

44 This night is endless; it gives me a fright

45 So love is not all hunky-dory

46 But she has no right to break my heart

47 She tells me to take some Tylenol

48 She becomes a goddess and looks divine

49 She robs and plunders your heart and soul

50 And make me loving, most of all

51 So close to me and yet so far

52 And think his heart is a piece of meat

53 Now repent I must

54 I moaned, and groaned, and sighed, and cried

55 So don’t be a fool; be a good diplomat

56 And never, never will I let you go

57 He has to be there

58 My nights are dark without your moon

59 The great turmoil in my soul does cease

60 This love long distance is not for me

61 Tough love

62 I’m afraid it’s all a little too late

63 She also flirts with all my friends

64 I’m totally shattered; I’m falling apart

65 O my heart, my poor little heart

66 They come back as flowers

67 O let me see you once in a while

68 Reveal yourself, O Lord, to me

69 My self-control I cannot trust

70 May I hold your hand, my dear?

71 What a fool I was

72 O when you’re away

73 But still, my love, you do need love

74 So, baby darling, some mercy show

75 That fateful night

76 And soon I knew it was no more

77 You love me not

78 O wait till you see the vision of God

79 Be nice and give your lover a break

80 Come kiss me once and kiss me twice

81 O it was nice my knowing you, dear

82 Your beauty, love, will last forever

83 But still I say it’s most unfair

84 Your mate and lover O let me be

85 I love you, I love you, I do, I do

86 O what do I do; O what do I do?

87 In love, we all know, everything is fair

88 So go and love with your heart and soul

89 I miss you, I miss you, I miss you a lot

90 No, I will never get tired of you

91 People in love don’t say good-bye

92 I’m your lover, a full time lover

93 I love you, I love you, I love you so

94 I’m not going to fall in love again

95 No one can love you as much as I

96 Until you hear the rooster crow

97 Someone like her you cannot find

98 And we’ll both live in eternal bliss

99 O please, I beg you, leave me not

100 The all-encompassing nothingness



The author, Khalid Hameed Shaida, was born in Delhi, India on December 1, 1929. He became a doctor in Pakistan in 1953 and joined Pakistan Army. In 1957 he moved to the United States and later practiced medicine in Canada and the United States and retired in 2000 at the age of 70 years.

Fearing retirement at the age of 65 he interested himself in Persian and Urdu poetry and started translating the great Persian masters, Khusro, Hafiz, Ghalib and Iqbal in his mother tongue Urdu. His Urdu translations have been published and reprinted in Pakistan many, many times since.

In 2008 at the age of 78 he became interested in English poetry and began translating Persian and Urdu poetry in English. He became a member of and began displaying his translations there. And because the public response to his English poetry was very encouraging, he continued. He has since published six books, Khusro, The Indian Orpheus, Amir Khusro, The Nightingale of India, Hafiz, The Voice of God, Hafiz, Drunk with God, Ghalib, The Indian Beloved and Faiz, A Wailing nightingale, in paper, electronic and audio forms. These are being sold by many of the renowned online book sellers all over the world and the response has been very good.

Encouraged, the author started writing his own English poetry and is now daring to publish a hundred of his own poems in this volume. Shaida writes about love and beauty. He can become quite inspiring when he prays to God:

You sent me here to do some good

And try to establish a brotherhood

But this holy mission I misunderstood

And made only, instead, a livelihood

You sent me also your people to serve

And your moral code to strictly observe

But from this mission I often did swerve

And always remained behind the curve

So I come to you in great dismay

My life is in total disarray

O I’m a sinner, I’ve gone astray

So, O my Lord, I pray, I pray

Show me the light; show me the way

Myself your servant O let me call

And a sense of justice in me install

And me with compassion O please enthrall

And make me loving, most of all

O God, O God, O God, O God

Then he starts to ask some difficult questions:

Although by nature I am devout

When I reflect I begin to doubt

I start to wonder why I exist

And what this world is all about?

I start to wonder why I am here

And why is it what I see and hear

And why I love and why I hate

And why I hope and why I fear?

And ventures to answer a few of them:

O once I heard a mystic say

When he was getting quite old and gray

That God didn’t make the Garden of Eden

Somewhere out in the seventh heaven

He made it in our Adam’s mind

As a thing to be built by the humankind

On a rocky sphere called Planet Earth

The home of man and a place of his birth

In the spiral arm of the Milky Way

To bring forth flowers in the month of May

Where people could live in peace and ease

Away from hunger, war and disease

And the fruit God said man shouldn’t eat

Was only because it was bittersweet

It made him into a god-like creature

With moral judgment an exceptional feature

Now he had to choose between good and bad

A choice, he wished, he never ever had

He now had to fight and fight the sin

In a constant battle which was hard to win

And then, when he thinks of afterlife, he cannot resist becoming mystical:

One night when I was in my bed

An angel came to me and said

That he had come to take me away

Because he had heard that I was dead………

We flew and flew until we came

To a place which had no real name

And when I asked if it was hell or heaven

He said things there were all the same

And then he told me not to guess

For this was in essence, more or less

Of what was real and what was not

This all-encompassing nothingness

From the other world he inevitably turns to the world of sense and when he sees all these beautiful girls, he cries out:

Your beautiful, beautiful brown eyes

They charm, and enchant and mesmerize

Your red, red cheek that, like a flower

Has every heart under its power

Your juicy lips with ruby red wine