On the far horizon waved some flicker of
My heart, a city of suffering, awoke in a state of
My eyes, turning restless, still dreaming,the morning, dawning in this vacuous abode of
In the wine-cup of my heart,
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...
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...
Original
Raat yunh dil mein teri khoee hui yaad
Jaise veeraaney mein chupkey sey bahaar aa
Jaisey sehra on mein howley se chaley baadey
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,
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...
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...
This is the way that autumn came to the trees:it stripped them down to the skin,left their ebony bodies naked
It shook out their hearts, the yellow leaves,scattered them over the ground
Anyone could trample them out of shapeundisturbed b...
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
In the wasteland of solitude, my love, quivershadows of your voice, illusions of your lips
In the wasteland of solitude, from the dusts of
Sprout jasmines and roses of your
From somewhere close by, rises the warmth of your breathand...
Speak, your lips are free
Speak, it is your own tongue
Speak, it is your own body
Speak, your life is still yours
Inspired by the letters of Ethel and Julius
Wishing for the roses of your lipswe offered ourselves to a gallows'
Longing for the radiance of your glowing handswe let ourselves be slain in unlit
On the gallows away from our facedarte...