in this moment
there is nothing
the moon
nor the sun
the dark of night
nor the glow of dawn
no veiled beauty behind the drapes of the eyes
no muted pain in the folds of the heart
on the boughs of fantasy's luscious tree
no dreams may now make nest
was it an illusion? or perhaps, too real
that fading sound of familiar footsteps
no hate, no affection
no bond, no relation
no one yours to have
and no one mine to lose
this is a cruel moment, a desolate one
yet, my timid heart
'tis but a moment
take courage
a lifetime awaits.
- a translation of Faiz's 'Iss Waqt Toh Yoon Lagta Hai...'
there is nothing
the moon
nor the sun
the dark of night
nor the glow of dawn
no veiled beauty behind the drapes of the eyes
no muted pain in the folds of the heart
on the boughs of fantasy's luscious tree
no dreams may now make nest
was it an illusion? or perhaps, too real
that fading sound of familiar footsteps
no hate, no affection
no bond, no relation
no one yours to have
and no one mine to lose
this is a cruel moment, a desolate one
yet, my timid heart
'tis but a moment
take courage
a lifetime awaits.
- a translation of Faiz's 'Iss Waqt Toh Yoon Lagta Hai...'
