Faiz Ahmed Faiz

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

Faiz Ahmed Faiz Poems

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

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. ''

    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.

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

    absolutely great Urdu poet...non-pareil

Best Poem of Faiz Ahmed Faiz

A Prison Evening

Each star a rung,
night comes down the spiral
staircase of the evening.
The breeze passes by so very close
as if someone just happened to speak of love.
In the courtyard,
the trees are absorbed refugees
embroidering maps of return on the sky.
On the roof,
the moon - lovingly, generously -
is turning the stars
into a dust of sheen.
From every corner, dark-green shadows,
in ripples, come towards me.
At any moment they may break over me,
like the waves of pain each time I remember
this separation from my lover.

This thought keeps ...

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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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