Ghazal

by Shamsur Rahman Faruqi



      Steep and crimson
hard and blue
tall and far
    sky.
   
    Home to paling sun
darkly flowing
    sky.

    Cold and quiet
sable roadway
trampled under rushing lamps.
Wrapped in a cloak of
holes, and scarry bright
    sky.

    Drowned for
countless ages
past and future
in the traceless pond of night,
With my waking
suddenly brightening
    sky.

    Flowing, flying far on
exploding light
looking up, everywhere
Right in my face
what I see
    sky.

    A dancing, wandering
spark in midnight's breast--
that was my attempt at
being funny;
Still and silent
    sky.






[sur;x siidhaa sa;xt niilaa duur uu;Nchaa aasmaan]
translated by the author