FAIZ AHMAD FAIZ PART 2
Faiz AHMAD FAIZ (part 2)
As the cell’s slit grows dim
My heart imagines your hair studded with stars,
And as the fetters become visible,
Dawn, I imagine, must have lit up your face.
If you look at the city from here, you’d realize
That in the entire crowd, there is nobody
Nobody truly sagacious;
Every young man’s neck in a noose,
Every woman, a branded slave.
Translated by AsmaIFtikhar