June 20, 2012

[lahockman]

Once again the mindFaiz Ahmed FaizToday, as usual, the mind goes hunting for a wordsultry with honey, heavy with love,smashing with fury. The word of love must be brilliant as a glancewhich greets the eye like a kiss on the lips,bright as a summer river streaming goldjoyous as the moment when the beloved enters for the appointed meeting. The word of rage must be a ferocious bladethat brings down for all time the oppressor's citadel. The word must be darkas the night of a crematorium;if I bring it to my lips it will blacken them forever. Today every instrument is forsaken by its melody, and the singer's voice goes searching for its singer. Today the chords of every harp are shredded like a madman's shirt. Todaythe people beg each gust of windto bring any sound at all, even a lamentation, even a scream of anguish, or the last trump crying the hour of doom.