Saturday, January 19, 2008

last night

At night my lost memory of you returned
and I was like the empty field where springtime,
without being noticed, is bringing flowers;

I was like the desert over which
the breeze moves gently, with great care;

I was like the dying patient
who, for no reason, smiles.



Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Last Night
translation by Agha Shahid Ali