The fringe of day, dusk
where the two hours of time meet--
neither night nor day, neither today nor tomorrow.
One moment eternal, another just smoke--
on this day's fringe, for a moment or two
the fervour of lips,
the ardour of arms,
this union of ours, neither true nor false.
Why say a false thing
when in your ocean eyes
will sink this evening's sun?
Then everyone will sleep blissfully in his house
and the traveller will wend his way.
This is a translation of Faiz's 'teri samandar aankhon mein' by Shiv K Kumar.
where the two hours of time meet--
neither night nor day, neither today nor tomorrow.
One moment eternal, another just smoke--
on this day's fringe, for a moment or two
the fervour of lips,
the ardour of arms,
this union of ours, neither true nor false.
Why say a false thing
when in your ocean eyes
will sink this evening's sun?
Then everyone will sleep blissfully in his house
and the traveller will wend his way.
This is a translation of Faiz's 'teri samandar aankhon mein' by Shiv K Kumar.
2 comments:
teri samandar aankhon mein
pretty many times heard it (read it).
and now i'm thinking "vials" ...huge..large.. 1 tonne capacity vials !
anyways..my strange and fragmented thoughts.
I liked the one about 90% of the world being stupid. I think stupidity is multidimensional... you're a vector in this space.
My vector is at an extreme...DAMN i'm stupid or what :P
see you in another dimension.
Good luck with finding giant vials to drown your advisor in KCN! :-D
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