By Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Faiz Ahmed Faiz’s poetry keeps to encourage and enthral modern readers. the simplest of Faiz comprises Shiv okay. Kumar’s translations of Faiz’s most well-liked Urdu poems into English. The gathered poems comprise ‘Mujh Se Pehli Si’, ‘Subhe Azadi’, ‘Sochne Do’ and ‘Bol’. This version additionally features a translator’s foreword and the unique poems in nastaliq and devanagari scripts.
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These bonds, now sundered— these friendships of centuries damaged, one after the other; whichever method we went, in no matter what course, the ft have been bathed in blood. stated all those that observed; what ceremony is that this, why those hennaed toes? acknowledged they: why this futile speak in regards to the drought of loyalty? Wash the blood off your ft! whilst those pathways might be closed, 100 new routes will department out. You’d higher carry your middle within which 100 assorted lancets will holiday. night, Be Gracious O night, be gracious— O night of the town of neighbors be gracious to me. The hellish midday of oppression, mindless cruelties, the midday of discomfort, rage and sorrow, inarticulate ache, rage and sorrow, the whiplashes of this demonic midday— are all, just like the rainbow, branded on my physique, arc inside of arc. i assumed the scars had vanished yet now even the injuries have come alive. definitely, there has to be anything on your sack—a scarf to hide up that a part of the physique the place the ache is so much excessive. O night, be gracious— O night of the town of neighbors, be gracious to me. The infernal desolate tract of scorn, callous scorn— splinters of jealous eyes— the clutter of estrangement. Such dreary highways, such a lot of crowded abattoirs, by which we now have handed, like blisters at each step. this is often how our ft were bruised, pathways have shrunken. opened up this day your velvety clouds less than our toes; be the alleviator of soreness wayfarers. O night, be gracious. O moon of the evening of affection, O consoler of agonized hearts commune with us this night. O night, be gracious; O night of town of pals, be gracious to us. a few Love, a few paintings lucky certainly have been these who took love as their company or have been in love with no matter what they did. I remained busy all my lifestyles— a few love, a few paintings. paintings got here within the means of affection and love frequently impeded paintings. Then, eventually, in disgust, giving all of it up, I forsook them either, part performed. My middle, My Fellow visitor O my center, my fellow traveler, once more it’s decreed that we should always either be exiled, allow our wailings resound down each lane, wend our approach from city to city to select up a few pal with a message from the liked. we will ask each stranger approximately our final residing. status on the head of a few lane the place strangers stay, because the day will move into evening, I’ll carry in speak occasionally this one, occasionally that one. How shall I inform you what a curse the evening of separation is! Even loss of life will be endurable if possible maintain count number of the myriad deaths. loss of life don't have mattered to us in any respect if it'll strike just once! at the present time back is mind's eye looking a note at the present time back is mind's eye looking a note— a few observe candy, or a observe soaked in venom. A note appealing, a notice dreadful; a notice of affection, mesmerizing as love’s look which my eye meets, just like the assembly of lips— effulgent just like the crest of a wave of gold. A notice like a prelude to merriment within the beloved’s corporation, or a observe of hate, like an indignant sword that can spoil the entire towns of oppression, until eternity— a note as darkish because the evening in a crematorium, so darkish that if uttered it could actually blacken the lips.