In a little while, the moon, plundered on the roof; 

Mirrors will crave lost reflections; 

From the tearful heaven, stars 

One by one will rain upon dry leaves; 

In ever-expectant, tired night chambers 

Someone will roll up his loneliness and spread out 

The moment of infidelity, the time of giving up gentleness; 

At this moment one will remember only oneself; 

The scene of wild abandonment, the time of farewells; 

At this moment, wandering heart, where will you go?

At this moment no one is anyone’s friend. Give it up. 

No one will meet at this time. Give it up. 

If anyone meets anyone, you will repent; 

At this moment, wandering heart, where will you go?

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Stay a while so the lancet of dawn

May wake up every eye like a wound,

And everyone killed by the indifference of night’s end,

Forgetting the moment of helplessness then,

May insist on meeting a familiar face.

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      December 1961

      

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From: Faiẓ aḥmad faiẓ kā ḥarf (Complete Works of Faiz Ahmed Faiz). Rāmpūr: Kitāb Kār.  pp. 57 – 58