Muhammad Shanazar

(25-11-1960 / Pakistan)

The Pain Of Night


The monsoon came, the days dispersed,
But there had been load upon my chest,
As snow becomes a load on the mountains,
The load that does not permit stones to breathe,
Nights are same like long dejected,
Just like shapeless, half-made statutes,
All paths are desolate, all roads are deserted.

The airs might share the loads of mountains,
There might be at least some prints on the paths,
But who will share the pain of night that I undergo,
The pain that placing its head in my lap,
Waits for a fleeting dawn.

Submitted: Sunday, September 08, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 09, 2013
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Written by Jagdish Prakash
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar

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