The Window

(Image Source: http://sadiakhanainy.blogspot.in/2014/02/khidki.html)

I burn with fever

but one knows no cure

vain and limp, they fail to fathom

the reason that floats

out of my open window

O prescribe me no pill

but subscribe me her smile

that passes down the street

seeking her sight

the eyes of my room

draped in red autumn leaves

rustles a passive sigh

you turn

our eyes meet, blush and hush

two hearts burn, two souls fuse

together, forever

I try to speak, but words don't find

a vent to my wishes, once clandestine, now embraced

in the open wind, under the pale blue sky

calling out our names

across eons

a silence

envelopes my world

a peaceful wave

is this what they call bliss

and then, my heart

speaks out those words

that come not from my tongue

but beat deep within

sands in the hourglass

now still

listening attentively

to my stumbling words

uncertain, soft, and caressing

"My Lady Luck, My Moonlit Love

Too late you have been to this yearning dove."

and the window

opens

to the rising horizon

of the red dawn sun

This is my attempt to translate a poem written by my dear friend and one of my favorite poets Sadia Khan. Her original work in Hindi/Urdu is a real delight, and can be read in the link below:

http://sadiakhanainy.blogspot.in/2014/02/khidki.html

Sadia, I know I have erred in finding the right words to translate your original creation that's so divinely beautiful, but then I would apologize for the same saying - "To err is human" ;-) Eagerly awaiting your feedback.

Hope you all enjoy it :-)

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