IT IS YOUR LOVE THAT DELAYS MY DEPARTURE……… – Poem by Dr. Jawaz Jaffri / Translated by: Sara Ali Khan

Poem by Dr. Jawaz Jaffri

 

IT IS YOUR LOVE THAT DELAYS MY DEPARTURE………

Ishq
Is that flatbread which i eat
On the golden tablecloth of this body
Here is the dream in my eyes
Whose succulent lips
I’m dying to taste
This green grapevine has become my cross
Before desire slakes
I’ll emerge by her side
Through the way of song
Humming the tune of Beethoven!

My blood drips from the singed shoots of Olive
In the suburbs of Ayn-al-Arab
In my eyes’ backyard
There flows a deluge of tears
On my fingertips
I inscribe elegies of Seamus Heaney
I’m not a professional mourner.

There’s no window in my house
The red roses of Samarqand
And the tulips growing on the mountains od Almata
Beckon me to them
I’m waiting for the bullet
Of my share

Confronting the rage of ocean
Hemingway’s voice resounds in my head
I have to go crush this ocean’s resistance
O you Bunyan tree growing
In the south of Manser lake
It’s your love
That delays my departure.

Translated by: Sara Ali Khan

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