Midnight, moon, self-forgetfulness
Desolate is the theatre of being
Silence is desire incarnate
And sad the conclave of stars
This ceaseless cataract of tranquillity
Oblivion reigns all around
As though existence is a mere fragment of a dream
And the entire world a mirage
On the clustered treetops,
The jaded cry of moonlight sleeps.
With half-shut eyes, the constellations
Seem to articulate my humble payer to you.
Through the mute heart-strings
Filters the intoxication
That swells to ecstasy.
Desire, dream and your visage, so bewitching!
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Poet: Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Translated By: Shiv K Kumar
