Faiz Ahmed Faiz

(13 February 1911 - 20 November 1984 / Sialkot / British India)

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  • AbdulKAYYUM poet (11/15/2019 12:25:00 AM)

    i am also poet of urdu and english
    i thanks you with a lot of loves

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  • Shingh (2/18/2019 7:49:00 PM)

    Hi thanks for the use

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  • Sidrah noor (6/7/2018 3:27:00 AM)

    Heart of poetry

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/7/2015 2:32:00 PM)

    A very good poet, indeed.. I've posted a few words.. and an Italian translation of a few lines, like the ones below:

    '' Oh, God of May have mercy.
    Bless these withered bodies
    with the passion of your resurrection;
    make their dead veins flow with blood again. ''

    ITALIAN:

    '' Oh, Dio di maggio sii misericordioso.
    Benedici questi corpi avvizziti
    con la passione della tua risurrezione;
    fa' che in queste morte vene fluisca di nuovo il sangue. ''

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  • Mohammad Akmal Nazir (6/22/2011 6:22:00 AM)

    Faiz was one the greatest urdu poets. He gave a new dimension to Urdu poetry by introducing new phrases and innovative terms in it. He wrote on various subjects. Most of his poetry is autobiographical. His poem 'Yad' is one of the masterpieces of Urdu poetry.

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  • Surendra Kushwaha (6/7/2011 7:16:00 AM)

    absolutely great Urdu poet...non-pareil

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Best Poem of Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Ghazal

I am being accused of loving you, that is all
It is not an insult, but a praise, that is all

My heart is pleased at the words of the accusers
O my dearest dear, they say your name, that is all

For what I am ridiculed, it is not a crime
My heart's useless playtime, a failed love, that is all

I haven't lost hope, but just a fight, that is all
The night of suffering lengthens, but just a night, that is all

In the hand of time is not the rolling of my fate
In the hand of time roll just the days, that is all

A day will come for sure when I will see ...

Read the full of Ghazal

Last Night......

Last night, your long-lost memory came back to me as though
Spring stealthily should come to a forsaken wilderness
A gentle breeze its fragrance over burning deserts blow
Or, all at once be soothed somehow the sick soul’s distress.