What direction you have come to,
You don’t know,
How much i pleaded the heart to bend to wine and rose,
With how much struggle enkindled
The dark chamber of heart with a drop of blood,
Adorned seasoned spectacles in the lane devoid of love,
In front of the tearful eyes,
Discarded the shawl of grief,
And molded the earthen existence to receive the colours of season.
O! Futile wind,
This time you too have come to sojourn
In the lane of my love with tattered costume,
Neither have you had anklets
Of fragrance on the feet,
Nor on the wrist bracelets of sambac,
Nor the shawl of cloud upon your head,
Nor semblance of some beloved tone.
What direction you have come to,
Wearing the costume torn into rags,
Why you have come to the colony of my dream.
Written by Ayub Khawar
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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