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تو بھی دل سے اتر نا جائے  کہیں

ناصر کاظمی

Cursed are the ones who feed onto love;
yet love fails to light up
their miserable dark hearts
Their cruel pious eyes seek salvation from above;
while He tears down their soul
in bits and in parts

Neither all light comes from the God;

nor all darkness belongs to the Devil

Neither every sin is the morality flawed;

nor every high virtue denies the revel

What we gain and what we lose;

time teaches and leaves a bruise

The bruise aches with new wisdom;

it was a blessing, the lost kingdom

پھر کوئی آیا دل زار؟ نہیں کوئی نہیں

راہ رو ہوگا، کہیں اور چلا جائے گا

اپنے بےخواب کیواڑوں کو مقّفل کر لو

اب یہاں کوئی نہیں کوئی نہیں آئے گا

فیض احمد فیض

رات یوں دل میں تیری کھوئی ہوئی یاد آئ

جیسے ویرانے میں چپکے سے بہار آ جائے

جیسے صحراؤں میں ہولے سے چلے باد نسیم

جیسے بیمار کو بےوجہ قرار آ جائے

فیض احمد فیض

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A city rolled in dust, once upon a time;

on a steppe rolling from North to South

All day long, it’s dwellers danced a mime;

‘eternally cursed’, was the word of mouth

The hope in each dawn fades by the dusk;

it’s not sudden, rather it dies a slow death

Expectations lose luster and become brusk;

it’s an ordeal, waiting for the last breath   

Water – flowing quietly beneath the ice;

dreams behind the velvet curtain of sleep

Understanding subconscious, there is a price;

knowledge of one’s self never comes cheap

There once was a silent lake in the mountains;

it whispered of love and the eternal pledge

That there was magic in it, stories used to say;

and solace for those who were drawn to edge