National Poetry Month

[brigdh]

City of Lights by Faiz Ahmed Faiz. Translation by Agha Shahid Ali.

On each patch of green, from one shade to the next,
the noon is erasing itself by wiping out all color,
becoming pale, desolation everywhere,
the poison of exile painted on the walls.
In the distance,
there are terrible sorrows, like tides:
they draw back, swell, become full, subside.
They've turned the horizon to mist.
And behind that mist is the city of lights,
my city of many lights.

How will I return to you, my city,
where is the road to your lights? My hopes
are in retreat, exhausted by these unlit, broken walls,
and my heart, their leader, is in terrible doubt.

But let all be well, my city, if under
cover of darkness, in a final attack,
my heart leads its reserves of longings
and storms you tonight. Just tell all your lovers
to turn the wicks of their lamps high
so that I may find you, Oh, city,
my city of many lights.

Comments

[lynndyre.livejournal.com]

I really like this one.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Me too! :D

[dhampyresa.livejournal.com]

This is really pretty. Does it refer to any city in particular? ("City of Lights" makes me think of Paris, but we don't really get mist, so.)

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

It's either Pakistan as a sort of generalized single "city" or Lahore specifically, but I'm not familiar enough with the poet to be sure of which.