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A Poem Of Love
(4 August 1944 / Sialkot)

A Poem Of Love

If perchance, you ever remember how we were,
Then in the soft glow
of same moonlight
Cast a glance at a shining star.

And if that star
Travels the wasteland of space
and falls to your feet.

Know, it was an image of my heart.
And if the star stays on high

But then it is inconceivable
That you cast a glance at anything

But that it would splinter and crack
Lose its being.

If perchance, you ever remember how we were,
Place a soft hand on the passing breeze

I shall be there in wafted scents.
Search me in petals of rose,

In wee mirrors of dewdrops I'll be there.

And if you fail to find me in

In stars, wafted scents, rosepetals, dewdrops
Just look down at your feet.

You will find me there.
Circling in ceaseless journey to reach you.

If ever you see a brightlit lamp.
With circling moths daring open flame.

Know, I too have been reduced to ashes
Like many of them.



Pick up that dust, and fling it
In some passing river'.

The dust of me shall ride the waters.
Travel the seas, and come to rest,

On some unseen island,
Cry out for you.

And if you ever voyage out,
Do grace that distant island

[Translated by Saiyed Mohib Asad]

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