I Have To Go To A Fairy Land (A Translation Of Mujhe Kohqaaf Jana He By Shazia Batool) Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I want to go to the Koh-e-Qaf,
let me go to the fairy land,
I have some important works when I arrive there,
I have to dedicate the moonlight's wine in the name of eternal happiness,
I have to talk to the glowworms in the forests
there I have to built a small courtyard
and I have to decorate it with roses,
and do you know most of the roses of Koh-e- Qaf are thorn less,
I have heard fairies of Koh-e-Qaf sing sweet melodies,
I shall tell the stories of humans to them,
I know they will be astonished.
I have heard butterflies fly there and with their colors make beautiful scenery,
I also want to see that.
As I have heard in the light of glowworms tears are forgotten,
and I have to forget my tears,
Listen to me I am not going to come back,
I know the journey is tiring but destination is soothing,
somewhere in my depths exists the story of my childhood.
And there the moonlight scattered on the ways appears charming,
where in the markets tears are sold at the rate of pearls.
Inside me a smile still breaths,
to walk here on the ice bergs is now difficult.
But I don't have much luggage,
A few dreams, a few interrupted sleeps and my few hopes!
It's a long journey and I am short of time.
Listen to me, let me go this time,
I have to go there,
let me go there,
And I shall not come back.

(The Lake Isle of Innisfree
W. B. Yeats,1865 - 1939
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping
slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket
sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

While reading the beautiful poem of Shazia Batool I recollected this beayiful poem of W.B. Yeats)