Faiz Ahmed Faiz

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

Faiz Ahmed Faiz Poems

1. Wasteland Of Solitude 8/2/2006
2. Be Near Me 3/14/2015
3. Solitude 8/2/2006
4. My Interview 8/4/2006
5. It Is Spring Again 8/3/2006
6. Highway 8/4/2006
7. Last Night...... 8/3/2006
8. Tonight 8/4/2006
9. We Shall See 8/4/2006
10. Stanza 8/4/2006
11. My Heart, My Traveler 8/4/2006
12. Some Lover To Some Beloved! 8/4/2006
13. Speak 8/1/2006
14. Loneliness 8/4/2006
15. The Incarceration Of Loneliness 8/4/2006
16. When Autumn Came 8/4/2006
17. We Who Were Executed 8/2/2006
18. Do Not Ask, My Love..... 8/3/2006
19. Ghazal 8/4/2006
20. A Prison Evening 8/3/2006
21. Before You Came 8/4/2006

Comments about Faiz Ahmed Faiz

  • 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. ''


    '' 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.

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

    absolutely great Urdu poet...non-pareil

Best Poem of Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Before You Came

Before you came things were just what they were:
the road precisely a road, the horizon fixed,
the limit of what could be seen,
a glass of wine was no more than a glass of wine.

With you the world took on the spectrum
radiating from my heart: your eyes gold
as they open to me, slate the color
that falls each time I lost all hope.

With your advent roses burst into flame:
you were the artist of dried-up leaves, sorceress
who flicked her wrist to change dust into soot.
You lacquered the night black.

As for the sky, the road, the cup of wine: ...

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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.

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