"Shadows" -- Translation of Sahir Ludhianwi's Parchhaiyaan پرچھائیاں

7/21/2019 "Shadows" -- Translation of Sahir Ludhianwi's Parchhaiyaan پرچھائیاں

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A milk-white scarf plays on the bosom ofthe young night like an ivory dream.

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Pretty owers, pretty petals, prettybranches--twist and turn like a younggirl's body.

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Those trees under which we used to hidestill stand today like silent trust-bearers.

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"ho knows the deliberation, the strugglewith which they have stolen thesetwilight moments.

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ou are coming, hiding from the gae ofthe world& with lowered gae, stealingyour own body, ashamed even at thesound of your own footsteps, fearing,afraid even of the movement of yourown shadow.

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A small canoe headed out in thedirection of the breee& the boatmansings his song in tune with the stream&your body sways into my open arms withevery nudge of the waves in thestream ...

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as certainty...! pin ower patterns into the bun of yourhair,your eyes half-close with happinesswho knows what ! am about to say todaymy mouth is dry, my voice a stammer.

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"ith winsome humility and favor, youpick up my books strewn on my bed--you)uietly hum songs that are sung on the*rst night.

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#ow pretty were those moments, howlovely those hours.#ow delicate were those garlands, how

lovely those petals.!t was as if each green alley of thevillage were an island of dreams

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+uddenly, from *elds dancing with crops,the sound of boots started coming&"inds from the "est came carrying theheavy smell of gunpowderthe clouds of destruction startedappearing on the shining face of

construction"ildness danced in each village, the (ungle spread in each city+ome haki-dressed people came fromthe civilied countries of the "est

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spindles The long dresses of owers weredrowned in the smoldering dust of (eeps

The price of human beings started to fall,the price of food started to rise

The village meeting place became

empty, the recruitment oce becamecrowded

The handsome bold young men startedleaving as soldiers,heading out on that road from which fewreturn.

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are for one's own left in thesedeparting units, respectability also left.

The young sons of mothers left, thebeloved brothers of sisters also left.

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+adness settled on the village, the bloomof the village fairs faded,

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/ust rose in the market-places, hungerstarted rised in the village paths0oods left the stores to hide in thecellars.

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The poverty of the houses of the poorgrew to entangle them&

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+hephardesses forgot their paths, thevillage girls stopped coming to thedrawing wells.

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"hen there was nothing left to sell, theystarted the business of selling bodies.

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People made bold to do such things inpublic, things that had been forbidden inprivate

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ou are coming with your hair spread outin public

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#iding the embarrassed nakedness ofyour body

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ý >ÿ3ر kں ے for the wisdom of those whose destiny ispain

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that he whose name was more belovedto you than your own life

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¾ Rا= • Bو Æپر 8ˆا {} Jوں ے There is neither friendship, nor formality,nor sympathy, nor purity

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! still remember that afternoon4 stainedwith the blood of the sun.

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O ˆ n 8ے ½ Âو! still remember the conclusion of thosegolden dreams of love

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the sister's youth is sold in the co1ee-houses of capital.

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Wا ے ر ¢ {ے Í 1 Xو 8ˆا ا! have no choice, you have no choice, noone in this world has any choice.

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ome, let us ask all these downtroddensouls to let every wound speak

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t w 6ur secret is not ours, it belongs toeveryone

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"Shadows" -- Translation of Sahir Ludhianwi's Parchhaiyaan پرچھائیاں

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