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The spirit is restive everywhere around

Heart doesn’t agree to anything around

Man feels more alone some in a crowd

When there’s much hustle bustle around

My fortunate star keeps wavering around

  Must be shining somewhere else abound

The secret I had kept veiled until now

Is now open and gossiped in town now

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dil kahīñ bhī nahīñ lagtā hogā

dil nahīñ māntā aisā hogā

jitnā hañgāma ziyāda hogā

aadmī utnā hī tanhā hogā

chaltā-phirtā hai sitāra merā

ab kahīñ aur chamaktā hogā

maiñ ne ik baat chhupā rakkhī hai

ab usī baat kā charchā hogā

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Its long journey and no travel companion at all

Scorching sunlight and  not a shade of any tree;

If failed to burn my splendor up  or my spirit,

If not an eye’s tear, then not a  precious gem;

Why to  yearn for that house from now,

That house, where  no laudable lives now;

My  vanity, vision and  terseness is boundless,

I’m  down in the dumps but, no healer about;

My aspiration of flight is to fly to the skies,

But, I’m the bird that has no wings either;

How could I applaud the seas for transience,

When, no single wave or tide is after my name

my luggage

My luggage is laid in empty room,

Secretly hidden are some wishes;

Relics of dreams lay safely there,

Some flowers hidden unwillingly;

 Spirit kept searching for a friend—!

My pride strolled hither and thither;

But, scent of my soil didn’t ascend!

My pride dishonored in alien’s land;

A lamp of hope, lighted in eerie

 Eyes, in murky, gloomy nights;

The body thawed like mud in water

Discoloring colors, in monsoon rain;

The door’s kept open for you——-

My luggage is laid in empty room!

Composed by Shaista Farrukh Mufti

Translated by, Tanveer Rauf

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How many aches should I keep with me?

Collect melancholy, bear catastrophes?

For, my pathways are all corkscrewed,

Thorns spreading all alongside the way;

My lips are lamenting sorrowfulness

My heart has heartbreaking pang,

And the spirit is deeply wounded 

It’s so much suffocating here,

That, I am short of breath ———;

The pollution here is so colossal

That, I can’t breathe, am fading;

I need fresh air badly to breathe,

 In this dense grimy environment

For, it is, but, by necessity ——!


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