Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Ku’ch Ishaq Ki’ya Ku’ch Kaam Ki’ya
Who Log Bohat Khush Qismat Th’ay,
Jo Ishaq Ko Kam Samujhty Th’ay,
Ya Kam Say Aashqi Karty Th’ay,

The wall has grown all black, upto the circling roof
Roads are empty, travellers all gone
Once
My night begins to converse with its loneliness;

It is spring,
And the ledger is opened again
From the abyss where they were frozen, those days suddenly return, those daysthat passed away from your lips, that diedwith all our kisses, unaccounted
The roses return: they are your fra...

Someone is at the door again, my weeping heart, no, no
Perhaps a passerby, who will go somewhere
The night has passed, waiting, the star-dust is
Sleepy candle-flames are flickering in distant

Original
Raat yunh dil mein teri khoee hui yaad
Jaise veeraaney mein chupkey sey bahaar aa
Jaisey sehra on mein howley se chaley baadey

A despondent highway is stretched,its eyes set on the far
On the cold dirt of its bosom,its grayish beauty
As if some saddened womanin her lonely abode, lost in thought
In contemplation of union with her Belovedevery pore sore, limb...

Dil e man Musafir e
Meray dil meray musafirhua phir sey hukm sadirk watan badar hon hum tumdein gali gali sadainkarein rukh nagar nagar kake suraagh koi paein kisi yar e nama bar kahar ik ajnabi sey poocheinjo pata tha apney ghar kasar e kooe...

Dont ask me for the same love, my sweetheartI thought that life was radiant because of
Why complain of worldly woes, once in your
Your countenance brings eternity to the youth of
What else is there in the world but for the beauty of...

Last night your lost memory visited my heartas spring visits the wilderness quietly,as the breeze echoes the silence of her footfallsin the desert,as peace slowly, softly descends on one's sickness
For the original language version (and a var...

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

I am being accused of loving you, that is
It is not an insult, but a praise, that is
My heart is pleased at the words of the accusersO my dearest dear, they say your name, that is
For what I am ridiculed, it is not a

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,