fahmida-riaz

Ek Ladki Se

sang-dil rivajon ki

ye imarat-e-kohna

apne aap par nadim

apne bojh se larzan

jis ka zarra zarra hai

khud-shikastagi saman

sab khamida divaren

sab jhuki hui gudiyan

tO A girl

sang-dil rivajon ke

khasta-hal zindan men

ik sada-e-mastana

ek raqs-e-rindana

ye imarat-e-kohna tuut bhi to sakti hai

ye asir-e-shahzadi chhut bhi to sakti hai

Bricks gaping, roof sagging,

the ancient House of Cruel Customs

totters under its own weight.

ye asir-e-shahzadi

In a decaying cell

Of the House of Cruel Customs

the walls are buckling.

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