A heavy blanket of fear smothers my city;
while each heart beat awaits the doom
Yet there is magic in each new morning;
bringing hope to all and lifting the gloom
Who am I? Have you ever given it a thought?
Just like you, I have my fears and my dreams
No scars but there are battles I have fought;
no words but you can still hear the screams
Out of the darkness, the first light was decreed
and into the very darkness, the last light will fade
Don’t fear the darkness, for it was the beginning;
and don’t shun the darkness for it will be the end
When the horizon blushes in the East;
and fills you with hope and happiness
It is about time to bury your worries;
onwards you move, harder you press
دنیا میں بادشاہ ہے سو ہے وہ بھی آدمی
اور مفلس و گدا ہے سو ہے وہ بھی آدمی
آدمی نامہ – نظیر اکبر آبادی
میرے دل میرے مسافر
ہوا پھر سے حکم صادر
کہ وطن بدر ہوں ہم تم
دیں گلی گلی صدایئں
From behind the curtain of thick grey fog
peeks melancholia, a familiar face and friend
Hope is but a distant mirage, even a wild bog
It kills you, leaving no sad evidence in the end
Where does the yellow full moon vanish
when a new moon is born up there and far?
Does it become a memory, sweet but painful
dreams, that are either forgotten or they scar?
Or does it shatter into a million little pieces;
each piece evolving into a lovely shining star?