“My Eyes Are Carving Such Dreams These Days”
Strange colors are descending upon my heart.
Look here, Sky!
Keep your moon and stars!
These days, I am the star in someone’s eyes.
Morning’s magical hand has often parted my hair.
And dusky Night has rearranged it.
This passion hasn’t only made me calm,
It’s even given him a jovial disposition, I’ve
heard.
Now I have gained every right to a sweet slumber.
Oh, those sleepless nights these eyes have endured!
Is beauty scarce?
It feels like all attractive people are living in a
fairyland these days!
Parveen Shakir (24 November 1952 - 26 December 1994)
Translated from the Urdu by M.S. Alverston, 02/14/11.
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