Faiz Ahmed Faiz Ghazal And Poem English - Page 1

There goes a lonesome man, ending his night of

grief.

Desolate lies the tavern, abandoned lies the cup.

With your departure, spring has taken leave.

Just a mere four-day leave given to us to sin.

How magnanimous you see is our mighty Lord!

The world has expunged your memory from my

mind,

More engaging than you are the cares of daily life.

To-day, Faiz, unawares she chanced to give a

smile.

O what a swell and surge within my powerless

gone.

Looking for you the morn has called again and

again.

Time spent in madness was time well spent.

Though my heart suffered ravages untold.

I must have spent that night in the street of my love,

The night when the preacher with me did debate.

What did not even figure in the tale entire,

To that he has taken very grave offence.

No flowers no wine noi sight of my friend.

In what a queer way we've spent this spring.

What havoc in the garden has the flower-pluckier

wrought?

blow.

Come my love and rouse the garden from its

sleep.

Gloom pervades the prison say something to the

breeze.

Someone for God's sake should talk about my

love.

Sometime at least the sun should rise from the

corner of your lips.

Sometime at least the night should flow from your

scented locks.

Strong is the link of grief no matter if the heart is

poor.

Sorrowing hearts will flocking come, once they hear

your name.

How I fared matters not but O lonesome night

My tears have ensured your peace here and

beyond.

My heart Faiz could not approve any place en

route.

Forced out of my love's street, I made for the

becalmed.

As if I breathe the breath of spring or hear the

tidings of my love.

He stands by me in actual from whose desire I

thought was but a dream.

My heart looks forward to the morrow I feel

convinced of yesterdays.

Is it a would that burst, a flower bloomed a tear

welled or a cloud surged?

The cups are brimming with the lovers blood.

hearts simmer scars burn.

The session of pain bustles again the night of

desire is all aglow.

Martyrdom acquires a novel style at the call of

death to the site of gallows.

Some have arrived carrying the cross some with

halters round their necks.

I know not Faiz why to-day I expect to hear the

news.

The vendor softens to the drinkers the assassin