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Mulaqat

Faiz Ahmad Faiz

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ye raat us dard ka shajar hai
jo mujh se tujh se azim-tar hai

azim-tar hai ki is ki shaKHon
mein lakh mishal-ba-kaf sitaron

ke karwan ghar ke kho gae hain
hazar mahtab is ke sae

mein apna sab nur ro gae hain
The Meeting

A tree born of pain, this night,
greater in glory than you and I.

ye raat us dard ka shajar hai
jo mujh se tujh se azim-tar hai

magar isi raat ke shajar se
ye chand lamhon ke zard patte

Greater in splendour,
for torch-bearing caravans

of myriad stars
trapped in its branches,

have vanished;
moons, in thousands,

in its darkness
surrendered their brilliance.

gire hain aur tere gesuon mein
ulajh ke gulnar ho gae hain

isi ki shabnam se KHamushi ke
ye chand qatre teri jabin par

baras ke hire piro gae hain
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bahut siyah hai ye raat lekin
isi siyahi mein runuma hai

wo nahr-e-KHun jo meri sada hai
isi ke sae mein nur gar hai

wo mauj-e-zar jo teri nazar hai
From this glorious night:

a tree born of pain,
a few moments: its yellowed leaves,

caught in your tresses
are a burning scarlet,

its silence: the dewdrops on your brow,
a diamond string.

wo gham jo is waqt teri banhon
ke gulsitan mein sulag raha hai

wo gham jo is raat ka samar hai
kuchh aur tap jae apni aahon

ki aanch mein to yahi sharar hai
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Pitch dark is this night
but in the darkness dazzles

the blood-river
that is my voice,

your eyes: a sparkling gold,
create light.

har ek siyah shaKH ki kaman se
jigar mein TuTe hain tir jitne

jigar se noche hain aur har ek
ka hum ne tesha bana liya hai

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alam-nasibon jigar-figaron

ki subh aflak par nahin hai
jahan pe hum tum khaDe hain donon

sahar ka raushan ufuq yahin hai
yahin pe gham ke sharar khil kar

shafaq ka gulzar ban gae hain
yahin pe qatil dukhon ke teshe

qatar andar qatar kirnon
ke aatishin haar ban gae hain

ye gham jo is raat ne diya hai
ye gham sahar ka yaqin bana hai

yaqin jo gham se karim-tar hai
sahar jo shab se azim-tar hai

The pain that seethes
in your verdant arms:

the fruit of this night,
swelled by its own agony,

can fuel into
a spark, a blaze.