The Flower is Torn at the Heart

The Flower is Torn at the Heart

The flower is torn at the heart
Its fragrance befriends the breeze
 
Who can tell who destroyed it?
We have spent this evening under sentence
 
No one has to go on this journey
I can still turn round, if you want
 
Every street in this city is asleep
It's my turn to stay awake
 
In the uncertain view of this evening
The whole thing wavers
 
How can we honour our union
When my heart is gripped by fear of separation
 
My heart desires above all
That we make this evening ours
 

Original Poem by

Noshi Gillani

Translated by

Nukhbah Langah with Lavinia Greenlaw Language

Urdu

Country

Pakistan