Speak, it is your own body.
Speak, your life is still yours.
See how in the blacksmith’s shop
The flame burns wild, the iron glows red;
The locks open their jaws,
And every chain begins to break.
Speak, this brief hour is long enough
Before the death of body and tongue:
Speak, ’cause the truth is not dead yet,
Speak, speak, whatever you must speak.
Translated by Azfar Hussain
Posted By Muhammad Atif Ch.
They will end if you walk farther a step or twoWhere exits the turn towards the wilderness of forgetfulnessbeyond which, there isn’t any Me, nor any YouMy eyes hold their breath, for any moment youmay turn back, move ahead, or at least turn to look backAlthough my sight knows that the wish is just a…
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,Who is there to fill the cup of its wound with color?My visitor I feel has come once…
A gentle breeze its fragrance over burning deserts blowOr, all at once be soothed somehow the sick soul’s distress.
And we sit together, waiting for the moon,and for your face to sparkle in every shadow.
In the wasteland of solitude, my love, quivershadows of your voice, illusions of your lips.In the wasteland of solitude, from the dusts of partingSprout jasmines and roses of your presenceFrom somewhere close by, rises the warmth of your breathand in its own aroma smolders, slowly, bit by bit.Far-off, across the horizon, dropp by glistening dropFalls…
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.For now there’s no one, no one who will come here.Translated…
