O My beloved one
Do not ask for the same love we had before:
You existed, I told myself, so all existence shone,
Grief for me was you; the world's grief was far.
Spring was ever renewed in your face:
Beyond your eyes, nothing could the world hold
(thats what I believed once upon a time)
Had I won you, Fate's head would hang, defeated.
(that's what I believed once upon a time).
Yet all this was not so, I merely wished it to be so.
The world knows sorrows other than those of love,
Pleasures beyond those of romance:
The dread dark spell of countless centuries
Woven with silk and satin and gold brocade,
Bodies sold everywhere, in streets and markets,
Besmeared with dirt, bathed in blood,
Crawling from infested ovens.
My gaze returns to these: what can I do?
Your beauty still haunts me: but what can I do?
The world is burdened by sorrows beyond love,
By pleasures beyond romance.
Do not ask for that love, my beloved, which can be no more.
Fair Ahmed Faiz