Each star a rung,
night comes down the spiral
staircase of the evening.
The breeze passes by so very close
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This poet's heart can never be imprisoned- oh, but he frees the soul from bitterness and loneliness so surely his soul is just as free as those he freed
A great poem by a great poet. Faiz was a poet who amazingly put his feelings in reader's heart. My Salute to him.
Like on a magic carpet reading this work...wonderful composing a treat to read.
Nice poem exhibits a great expression of the feelings and the plight of the prisoned people. The language is simple but ideas are soaring touching the sky.
strangely can an evening in a prison be so sweet....brings tears into my eyes.....are da thousands of my kashmiri brothers feeling same in indian prisons or are they not allowed to see the moon? God help all those innocent people languishing in indian jails....
a poem of truth about political, human conflict and eternity nice penned down * I Need Poems Translator (in another tounge) Fellow poets around the world, It's my pleasure to inform you all that at last I have found a kind-hearted publisher and as part of our project, he suggested me that if possible some of my hits poems should be tranlated into another foreign languages or tribal dialects. Would you might to translate one of my original poems preferably of your own choice? With your consent, I truthfully include your respective name and your painstakingly translated poem in my ever-dream book of poetry. (December this year is our target month for the book launching) We believe as a poets that not only temperament and a common anguish unite writers but also a PARTICULAR PLACE, A PARTICULAR TOUNGE! Sincerely yours, RMD Marchan, Philippines email me thru: marchanjet@yahoo.com ROMMEL MARK DOMINGUEZ MARCHAN
I love the image of stars as a rung, a spiral staircase into the evening. The entire poem is clever and well-written.
Where, indeed, is the boundary between political, personal, and universal experience? This is a very beautiful translation, Agha Shahid Ali - and you are much to be commended for offering it. A moment of awareness of the present is, indeed, eternity.
Excellent poem. Original is far better.