Night and day passing by without your arrival
As yet, the Spring has wilted in the Garden of Life
As yet, the world I imagined is in mourning

You guaranteed my desire turned to grief, beloved
Up to now it resides in all my loneliness
The long nights are still as long, beloved

My despondent eyes thirst for a sight of you
The spring of Beauty, cruelly restricted, for how long?
Before escaping, bear this trial of patience, for how long?

On your promise I took a lot of grief upon myself
The claim of patient forbearance was wrong, come to me
I am worn out, my aching mind needs peace.

( my translation of a poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz ).

(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.