ON MIR'S HEAD ( Sarhane Mir ke )

Leaves of night were falling........

A voice, across firewall of silence, often flickered
and Mir's couplet was lighted in the air.

sarhane  Mir ke aahista  bolo

abhi tuk rote-rote so gaya hai.

(Speak  slow  on Mir's  head,

 while weeping he fell in sleep)

On ending night, it was a deep voice of sister Nusrat.

Golden-hearted and white-haired sister Nusrat was our neighbour.

She used to recite Mir's poetry as she had a collection inside her.

She was a big playful old lady and had blood cancer for years 

but, in maintenance of life, there was no lack.

Leaves of night were falling........and she was repeating 
Mir's couplet again and again, perhaps,the night was hard to her. 
As last star of night broke,white hair started flying on horizon.
Dead streets came to life..... 
When firewall of silence demolished in morning,
number of faces gathered around her.

It was awful--
Leaves of night were found in eyes of sister Nusrat.
Open lips were transformed into two lines of Mir's couplet.

sarhane  Mir ke  aahista  bolo

abhi tuk rote-rote so gaya hai

(Speak  slow  on Mir's  head, 

while weeping he fell in sleep)

Written By- Parveen Qamar (Urdu)

Translated By- Timsal Qamar (Son)