The Bond Of Remembrance Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Which is the bond of remembrance
That I have to recall you,
Neither have I seen
The glow of stars in your eyes,
Nor I have seen
The overspreading dew of unspoken words
On the delicate quivering petals of your lips
Nor any moon on your forehead,
Nor any dexterity of the moon beams,
In the colours of your ear-rings,

Your silky anchal has clung,
Around my hollow torso,
Neither has the magic,
Of your fingertips: spectral-bow
Of wax-made hands
Descended into my soul.
You just retreated as an annoyed dream
Withdraws caressing the lashes,
Which is the bond of remembrance,
That I have to recall you
O! My soul, the multitude of rivals wasn’t
So less kind earlier too,
Think awhile
Sometime staying barefoot on the wet sand of the shore,
How strangely the waves of water steal
Clean grains from underneath the soles,
You will feel as if the feet incessantly sink into sand,

The multitude of rivals
Just like the waves of water
Steal soil of the feet,
The soil of my feet has been stolen,
Now in the pause I halted and reviewed
The bygone age,
Ah! What did I see;
I have lost all my earnings
Against the war of multitude of rivals,
Only there remains behind pulsation
That has raised commotion in the wilderness of heart.

Who knew
That the bland multitude of woes
And worries when surrounds a man,
It squeezes even the last drop of blood
From the phalanges,
Then he gets in legacy a piece of soil,
Eye-full sky and glowing moon.

Now at the fall of night,
I have to remember you
In the elegant milky glow of the moon,
But you are who retreated as an annoyed dream
Withdraws caressing the lashes;
Which is the bond of remembrance,
That I should recall you,
Neither have I seen the glow of stars in your eyes,
Nor any moon on the forehead

Written by Ayub Khawar
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar