Such nights have also passed
when your memory did not flare,
pain quivered in the heart
but no complaint to share।
Every sin appears to the fore
like dark rocks in a row,
there is neither a plea to break the rocks,
nor seek release, not move to go.
Such nights have also passed
when on your ways, everywhere
there were shadows, here and there,
leaping up and down,
down and up.
You weren’t there, there were shadows like you,
shadows in dance all about,
I wasn’ there, there were shadows like me,
shadows in termor,
shadows and shadows, shadows of pathways.
Such nights have also passed
when your memory did not flare.
NAZM by: Ibne Insha
