Down the memory lanes, on which
you've strolled since ages past
They will end if you walk farther a step or two
Where exits the turn towards the wilderness of forgetfulness
beyond which, there isn't any Me, nor any You
My eyes hold their breath, for any moment you
may turn back, move ahead, or at least turn to look back
Although my sight knows that the wish is just a farce
For if ever it were to run across your eyes again
right there will spring forth another pathway
Like always, where ever we run into, there will begin
another journey of your lock's shadow, your embrace's tremor
The other wish is also in error, for my heart knows
There is no turn here, no wilderness, no mountain-range
beyond whose horizon, my perpetual sun-of-your-Love can set
May you continue walking these pathways, its better this way
If you don't even turn to look back, it is okay
Notes
Translation by Hamid Rahim Sheikh www.ece.utexas.edu/~sheikh/poetry/faiz
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In this line: 'Where exits the turn towards the wilderness of forgetfulness' it may just be me but I feel 'exits' tho it fits, but, I feel that 'exits' is 'exists' - again maybe just me.
I like the last part of the piece, but, I don't like how it ended because it really didn't seem to end it seemed that someone pasted it here without the rest of the piece - tho, that just may be me.
But, none-the-less, the beginning was a bit simple the middle reflected that but the ending was quite well done (except the last few words for it doesn't sound like it ended).
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