Oh would it today, that memory fails,
memories waft from billowing sails.
Candles of desire, snuffed, taint.
ravish abodes of yon acquaint.
obtains naught that moment mars.
sores, flowers or distant stars.
Account oh not! yon fleeting seasons.
Of days; lived, suffered, past reasons.
Howsoever spent these listless days.
Blame ye why, the lifeless sways.
Now no welling moan, if ever was.
Forget, not bemoan the fated cause.
So often desires, withered wishes,
diminish not the distance, swishes.
Sometimes those that move on,
inspire not the heart, are better gone
Islamabd
(Oct 15,2009)
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Adapted rendering:
Originally in Urdu…
by Ahmad Faraz
A noted, very well known, contemporary and acclaimed poet…
We have many candles of desire that are snuffed by the winds of Time. An admirable adaptation from a well-known poet.
Account oh not! yon fleeting seasons. Of days; lived, suffered, past reasons. Beautiful and impressive lines! They make one take a walk down memeory lane. Thanks for sharing.
it is deep and graceful thought............and you are our great medical personel who has tender heart
You're getting better and better in rhyme, rhythm and content. Indeed Ahmed Faraz was a very good contemprary urdu poet, a beautiful piece!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic as usual....last four lines are logically true