(13 February 1911 - 20 November 1984 / Sialkot / British India)

Solitude

Is someone there, oh weeping heart? No, no one there.
Perhaps a traveler, but he will be on his way.
The night is spent, the dust of stars begins to scatter.
In the assembly halls dream-filled lamps begin to waver.
Small streets sleep waiting by the thoroughfare.
Strange earth beclouds footprints of yesterday.
Snuff out the candles, put away wine-cup and flask.
Then lock your eyelids in this morning dusk.
For now there's no one, no one who will come here.

Translated by Philip Nikolayev

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Poignant description of loneliness! Would you please read ' Inspiration'? Thanks.