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SHORISH-E-BARRABT-O-NAY

PEHLI AAWAZ

AB SAAI KA IMKAN AUR NAHIN PERWAZ KA MAZMOON HO BHI CHUKA

TARON PEH KAMANDAIN PHAINK CHUKAY MEHTAB PEH SHAB KHUN HO BI CHUKA

AB AUR KISI FARDA KAY LIAY IN AANKHON SAY KIA PAIMAN KEJAY

KIS KHAB KAY JHOTAY AFSOON SAY TASKEEN-E-DIL-E-NADAN KEJAY

SHERINI-A-LAB, KHUSBO-E-DAHAN, AB SHOQ KA UNWAN KOI NAHIN

SHADABI-E-DIL, TAFREEH-E-NAZAR, AB ZEEST KA DARMAN KOI NAHIN

JEENAY KAY FASANAY RAHNAY DO AB IN MAIN ULAJH KAY KIA LAIN GAY

Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Wasteland Of Solitude

In the wasteland of solitude, my love, quiver

shadows of your voice, illusions of your lips.

In the wasteland of solitude, from the dusts of parting

Sprout jasmines and roses of your presence

From somewhere close by, rises the warmth of your breath

and in its own aroma smolders, slowly, bit by bit.

Far-off, across the horizon, dropp by glistening drop

Falls the dew of your beguiling glance.

Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Solitude

Is someone there, oh weeping heart? No, no one there.

Perhaps a traveler, but he will be on his way.

The night is spent, the dust of stars begins to scatter.

In the assembly halls dream-filled lamps begin to waver.

Small streets sleep waiting by the thoroughfare.

Strange earth beclouds footprints of yesterday.

Snuff out the candles, put away wine-cup and flask.

Then lock your eyelids in this morning dusk.

Faiz Ahmed Faiz

It Is Spring Again

It is spring, And the ledger is opened again.

From the abyss where they were frozen,

those days suddenly return, those days

that passed away from your lips, that died

with all our kisses, unaccounted.

The roses return: they are your fragrance;

they are the blood of your lovers.

Sorrow returns. I go through my pain

Faiz Ahmed Faiz

We Who Were Executed

(After reading the letters of Julius and Ether Rosenberg)

I longed for your lips, dreamed of their roses:

I was hanged from the dry branch of the scaffold.

I wanted to touch your hands, their silver light:

I was murdered in the half-light of dim lanes.

And there where you were crucified,

so far away from my words,

you still were beautiful:

Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Do Not Ask My Love

Do not ask, my love, for the love we had before:

You existed, I told myself, so all existence shone,

Grief for me was you; the world?s grief was far.

Spring was ever renewed in your face:

Beyond your eyes, what could the world hold?

Had I won you, Fate?s head would hang, defeated.

Yet all this was not so, I merely wished it so.

The world knows sorrows other than those of love,

Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Highway

A despondent highway is stretched,

its eyes set on the far horizon

On the cold dirt of its bosom,

its grayish beauty spread

As if some saddened woman

in her lonely abode, lost in thought.

In contemplation of union with her Beloved

every pore sore, limbs limp with exhaustion

Faiz Ahmed Faiz

We, Who Were Slain In Unlit Pathways

Inspired by the letters of Ethel and Julius Rosenberg

Wishing for the roses of your lips

we offered ourselves to a gallows' twig

Longing for the radiance of your glowing hands

we let ourselves be slain in unlit pathways

On the gallows away from our face

darted the redness of your ruby lips,

waved the playfulness of your youthful locks,

Faiz Ahmed Faiz

My Interview

The wall has grown all black, upto the circling roof.

Roads are empty, travellers all gone. Once again

My night begins to converse with its loneliness;

My visitor I feel has come once again.

Henna stains one palm, blood wets another;

One eye poisons, the other cures.

None leaves or enters my heart's lodging;

Loneliness leaves the flower of pain unwatered,

Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Let Me Think

You ask me about that country whose details now escape me,

I don't remember its geography, nothing of its history.

And should I visit it in memory,

It would be as I would a past lover,

After years, for a night, no longer restless with passion,

With no fear of regret.

I have reached that age when one visits the heart merely as a courtesy.

Depending on the reader's mood this poem can be taken to be about manythings -- one's motherland, one's past lives and, indeed, one's pastloves. The overriding theme of time eroding every landscape holds for themall.

Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Stanza

Urdu

Maata-e-loh-o-qalam chin gayi to kya ghum hai

K khun-e-dil men dubo li hain ungliyan mene

Zuban pe muhar lagi hai to kya ke rakh di hai

Har ek halqa-e-zanjeer men zubaan mene

English Translation

If they snatch my ink and pen,

I should not complain,

Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Tonight

Do not strike the chord of sorrow tonight!

Days burning with pain turn to ashes.

Who knows what happens tomorrow?

Last night is lost; tomorrow's frontier wiped out:

Who knows if there will be another dawn?

Life is nothing, it's only tonight!

Tonight we can be what the gods are!

Do not strike the chord of sorrow, tonight!

Faiz Ahmed Faiz