This poem was translated by Professor Carlo Coppola as part of the MULOSIGE Translations project. You can explore our collection of Urdu Poetry here.
Jhūṭ / Lie
This earth
is like a cellar.
Our reality:
we are
useless, marginal,
sent down
from heaven.
Whatever’s written in
The Book
is all a lie.
.
From: Āk̲h̲irī din kī talāsh (Search for the Last Day). Allāhābād: Shabk̲h̲ūn Kitāb G̲h̲ar, 1968. p. 41
This earth
is like a cellar.
Our reality:
we are
useless, marginal,
sent down
from heaven.
Whatever’s written in
The Book
is all a lie.
.
From: Āk̲h̲irī din kī talāsh (Search for the Last Day). Allāhābād: Shabk̲h̲ūn Kitāb G̲h̲ar, 1968. p. 41
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