Sunday, June 15, 2014

All night

tr. from Maqdoom Mohiuddin's ghazal 'Aapki yaad aati rahi raat bhar'

Your memory comes to me all night
Eyes (tearful) still smile, see all night.

The song of the flute, beautiful, is
bent on turning to memory all night.

The pain that keeps on blazing, sees
the flame of sorrow, jittery all night.

Memory, like the moon, climbs down
my heart, the moonlight is shaky all night.

The madman keeps wandering in these
lanes, a voice keeps reaching me all night.

Makhdoom Mohiuddin (1908-1969)

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