Talaash

Firaq

In search of solitude, I hide away, Here in the mountain's lap I come to stay.

The broken song of streams, a wondrous art, Like prayers a child speaks from its learning heart.

On twilight's ruby throne, the star's procession bright, For seeing eyes, this dusk, a heavenly sight.

This silent dusk of parting gave pretext to my pain, A memory of someone taught my lips this song's refrain.

Such is the state of my own restless soul, I'm like a lonely child beyond control,

Who starts to sing within the darkest night And thinks his voice another's, in his fright.

And so I give my heart a message to be strong, And thus deceive the endless night of longing, all along.