When Autumn Came

This is the way that autumn came to the trees:
it stripped them down to the skin,
left their ebony bodies naked.
It shook out their hearts, the yellow leaves,
scattered them over the ground.
Anyone could trample them out of shape
undisturbed by a single moan of protest.

The birds that herald dreams
were exiled from their song,
each voice torn out of its throat.
They dropped into the dust
even before the hunter strung his bow.

Oh, God of May have mercy.
Bless these withered bodies
with the passion of your resurrection;
make their dead veins flow with blood again.

Give some tree the gift of green again.
Let one bird sing. 

- Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Solitude

Someone finally came, O my unhappy heart!
No, no one came;
He must be a passer by, to some other place he'd go.
The night is now over, the clouds of stars are scattering.
The lamps full of dreams are wavering in the winds.
Listening to the travelers' footsteps the roads are now falling asleep
And the strange dust has blurred the footprints.
Blow out the lamp,  O my unhappy heart!
Break the glasses, efface all memories of wine.
Bolt your undreaming doors.
No one will come here now. No one.
- Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Someone finally came, O my unhappy heart!
No, no one came;
He must be a passer by, to some other place he'd go.
The night is now over, the clouds of stars are scattering.
The lamps full of dreams are wavering in the winds.
Listening to the travelers' footsteps the roads are now falling asleep
And the strange dust has blurred the footprints.
Blow out the lamp,  O my unhappy heart!
Break the glasses, efface all memories of wine.
Bolt your undreaming doors.
No one will come here now. No one.
- Faiz Ahmed Faiz

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