Faiz Ahmed Faiz

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

My Interview

Poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

The wall has grown all black, upto the circling roof.
Roads are empty, travellers all gone. Once again
My night begins to converse with its loneliness;
My visitor I feel has come once again.
Henna stains one palm, blood wets another;
One eye poisons, the other cures.

None leaves or enters my heart's lodging;
Loneliness leaves the flower of pain unwatered,
Who is there to fill the cup of its wound with color?

My visitor I feel has come once again,
Of her own will, my old friend-her name
Is Death: a friend in need, yet an enemy-
The murderess and the sweetheart!

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Translated by Azfar Hussain

Comments about My Interview by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

  • Will Barber (1/24/2007 6:46:00 PM)

    A haunting and painful write - you do great service bringing such verse to the West. 10, without hesitation. For some reason - and I would not care to analyze it closely - this reminds of of Garcia Lorca.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 4, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 1, 2013