A lover to his Beloved BY Faiz Ahmad Faiz

This path of memory,

On which you have walked for so long,

Will end, if your were to proceed a few steps more,

Where it diverts to oblivion’s desolation

And from there onwards neither you nor I exist.

My eyes, still on you, wait that any instant,

You may return, pass on, or just look back.

Yet, I am aware,

That it is merely an illusion:

When I believe that if my eyes

ever embrace you somewhere,

A new path shall erupt there;

And a similar encounter shall resume;

Under the fall of your locks,

The journey of my arms.

Then, the other situation is just a false,

Because my heart knows:

There is no diversion, desolation or hiding,

Which may conceal my beloved from me.

So, while this path erupts under your feet,

Let it be so;

And if you never even look back,

It doesn’t matter.

Translated by: Sain Sucha