Grief and Hope
Grief-stricken,
Offering ghazal tears to the heart,
The land and friends are wounded,
Yet pleasant to the eye.
Proud they are of my ascent,
Even in defeat,
Forgetting the ravages of time,
Yet pleasant to the eye.
Sorrow is not merely a calamity;
The sword is a companion,
Concern follows us,
Fulfilling the pledge,
Yet pleasant to the eye.
Let the healer leave
The wounds uncovered for now,
Let some desires not fade away,
Yet pleasant to the eye.
Sometimes someone has consoled
The heart thus,
That the long night of separation is a favor,
Yet pleasant to the eye.
Aslam Murad
This poem is originally written in Urdu, please click here for the Urdu Poem
