faiz ahmed faiz

Prison Daybreak
Though it was still night
the moon stood beside my pillow and said
"Wakeup,
the wine of sleep that was your portion
is finished. The wine glass is empty.
Morning is here."
I said goodbye to my beloved's image
in the black satin waters of the night
that hung still and stagnant on the world.
Here and there
moonlight whirled, the lotus dance commenced;
silver nebulas of stars dropped from the moon's white hand.
They went under, rose again to float, faded and opened.
For a long time night and daybreak swayed,
locked together in each other's arms