Be Near Me

Be near me now,
My tormenter, my love, be near me—
At this hour when night comes down,
When, having drunk from the gash of sunset, darkness comes
With the balm of musk in its hands, its diamond lancets,
When it comes with cries of lamentation,
with laughter with songs;
Its blue-gray anklets of pain clinking with every step.
At this hour when hearts, deep in their hiding places,
Have begun to hope once more, when they start their vigil
For hands still enfolded in sleeves;
When wine being poured makes the sound
of inconsolable children
who, though you try with all your heart,
cannot be soothed.
When whatever you want to do cannot be done,
When nothing is of any use;
—At this hour when night comes down,
When night comes, dragging its long face,
dressed in mourning,
Be with me,
My tormenter, my love, be near me.

by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Comments (11)

Rich and lushes possessed with breathtaking imagery. A wonderfully Romantic work that is enchanting.
This is luscious- it has every taste from bitter to sweet and every touch from sensual to strong. Everyone should be so tormented.
Beautiful one from beautiful you
Easy to understand how someone can be both a tormenter and a love at the same time. Very enjoyable poem.
I wish I could say this to someone that I love. Thanks for sharing!
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