Growing Up Red

Ashk Abad ki Shaam

Jab Sooraj nay Jatay Jatay
Ashkabad kay Neelay Ufq say
Apnay sunhairi jaam
mai.n Dhaali
Surkhi-e-Awwal-e-Shaam
Aur yeh Jaam
Tumharey Samnay rakh kar
Tum say kiya Kalam
kaha Purnam
Utho
Aur apnay Tan ki Saij say uth kar
ik Shiri.n paigham
Sabt karo is Shaam
kisi kay nam
Kinar-e-Jaam
Shayad tum yeh man gayi.n aur tum nay
apnay lab-e-gulfam
kiye enaam
kisi kay naam
kinar-e-jaam
ya shayad
tum apnay Tan ki saij peh suj kar
thi.n yu.n mehv-e-araam
keh rusta taktay taktay
bujh gayi shama-e-jaam
Ashk Abad kay neelay ufq par
Gharat ho gayi shaam
--1972

**For ana Ashk Abad ki Shaam

nadia:

barai meh`rbaani! thank you so much for posting both of those poems. :)

Chund roz aur meri jaan.....

A few days more, my dear

A poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz translated by V.G. Kiernan



A few days more, my dear, only a few days.
We are compelled to draw breath in the shadows of tyranny;
For a while longer let us bear oppression, and quiver, and weep:
It is our ancestors` legacy, we are blameless;
On our body is the fetter, on our feelings are chains,
Our breaths are captive, on our speech are censorings;
It is our courage that evens then we go on living.
Is life some beggar`s gown, on which
Every hour patches of pain are fixed?
But now the days of the span of tyranny are few;
Patience one moment, for the days of complaining is few.
In the scorched desert of the space of this age
We must stay, but not stay like this;
The nameless, heavy oppression of foreign hands
Today must be borne, but not always borne.
The dust of tribulations enfolding your beauty,
Counting of the frustrations of our youth of two days,
Futile burning pain of moonlit nights,
The heart`s profitless throbbing, the body`s despairing cry
A few days more, my dear, only a few days.

Nadia_Zhera:
Thanks alot. I couldn`t have imagined.

peace.