asrar-i-khudi
I tell my stories as the reed/ Plucked from its native wild/ Murmurs; oh Rose, listen! I tell/ The grief of hearts exiled
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Interior. (at Quid E Azam Library Bagh E Jinnah)

Interior. (at Quid E Azam Library Bagh E Jinnah)

at Quid E Azam Library Bagh E Jinnah

at Quid E Azam Library Bagh E Jinnah

at Bagh-e-Jinnah, Lahore

at Bagh-e-Jinnah, Lahore

THE SOUTH ALSO EXISTS

With its ritual of steel 
its great chimneys 
its secret scholars 
its siren song 
its neon skies 
its Christmas sales 
its cult of God the Father 
and of epaulets 
      with its keys 
      to the kingdom 
      the North is the one 
      who orders

but down here, down 
hunger at hand 
resorts to the bitter fruit 
of what others decide 
while time passes 
and pass the parades 
and other things 
that the North doesn’t forbid. 
      With its hard hope 
      the South also exists.

With its preachers 
its poison gases 
its Chicago school 
its owners of the Earth 
with its luxurious costume 
and its meager frame 
its spent defenses 
its expenses of defense
      with its epic of invasion 
      the North is the one 
      who orders.

But down here, down 
each in their hideaway 
are men and women 
who know what to grasp 
making the most of the sun 
and eclipses 
putting useless things aside 
and using what is useful. 
      With its veteran faith 
      the South also exists.

With its French horn 
and its Swedish academy 
its American sauce 
and its English wrenches 
with all its missiles 
and its encyclopedias 
its war of galaxies 
and its rich cruelty 
      with all its laurels 
      the North is the one 
      who orders.

But down here, down 
near the roots 
is where memory 
omits no memory 
and there are those 
who defy death for 
and die for 
and thus together achieve 
what was impossible 
      that the whole world 
      would know 
      that the South, 
      that the South also exists

By Mario Benedetti (translated by Yoshie Furuhashi) 

"Even you do not know how many houses dedicated to God your hand has made." 
Fragment of a poem on marble Peacock-Arch. 524-527 AD.

"Even you do not know how many houses dedicated to God your hand has made."

Fragment of a poem on marble Peacock-Arch. 524-527 AD.

…two yards he rowed me into the sunset,
past all pain. On everyone’s lips was news

of my death but only that beloved couplet,
broken, on his:

“If there is a paradise on earth
It is this, it is this, it is this”

— The Last Saffron - Agha Shahid Ali

At the other end of the subcontinent lies another land devastated by the twin terrors of armed insurgency and state repression: Kashmir, of which an emperor famously said:

If there is a paradise on earth,
It is this, it is this, it is this.

The Greatest Sorrow: Times of Joy Recalled in Wretchedness

You do not have the time
To feel with your own hands
The sharp edge of history’s sword
You curse love itself,
You mock it
You do not even know
The love they give you
You don’t know the assassins’ intent
You haven’t met their new generations
Their daggers’ thirst
Unquenchable
I swear by the martyrs of Maklee
Time is the lost ring of an unknown soldier
That can fit around the finger of any thief
Now you are walking into the circus with them!
Our rope is broken midway
We have fallen into the open jaws of crocodiles.
While we lie here buried deep in our defeat
You are in the midst of their victory feast!
I wish you’d remember your land
I wish you’d remember your country
Your street

A Complaint - Hassan Dars

(Translated from Sindhi by Mohammed Hanif)

farahfilasteen:

نـزار قبّاني

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