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Last night your lost memory
came to me
as spring comes quietly upon a wilderness
as a cool breeze
blows gently across desert sands
as a sick man
without reason finds relief.
--Faiz Ahmad Faiz (1911-1984), tr. by Mahmood Jamal, ed. of The Penguin Book of Modern Urdu Poetry (1986)
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Beautiful lines by Faiz indeed. Agha Shahid Ali has translated Faiz into English...might be of interest...
Posted by: Siyaah | 14 September 2006 at 02:33