Faiz Ahmed Faiz

In the wasteland of solitude, my love,

quivers shadows of your voice, illusions of your lips.

In the wasteland of solitude, from the dusts of parting

Sprout jasmines and roses of your presence

From somewhere close by, rises the warmth of your breath

and in its own aroma smolders, slowly, bit by bit.

Far-off, across the horizon, glistening drop by drop

Falls the dew of your beguiling glance.

With such overwhelming love, O my love,

your memory has placed its hand on my heart's cheek,

that it looks as if

(though it's still the dawn of the adieu)

the sun of parting has set;

the night of union has come.