Spring came, springing anew as if from nowhere
All those dreams, all those days of youth
That had died upon your lips
But after dying, it seemed each time,
All the flowers have bloomed afresh

Theirs the perfume of your memories
Theirs the blood of your lovers
All the anguish has boiled over
Grieving friends too are in dire straits

Lying drunk in the lap of moon maidens
All the dusty chapters of the heart
Yours, mine, all questions, all answers
Spring came, and opened up once again
A new angle to figure out old accounts.

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

(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.