“phir tirgi-e-raahguzar yaad aa gai
phir vo charaagh-e-raahguzar yaad aa gaya”
“Received a gift from my dear, the weight of sorrow, a heavy burden to bear
I’m being crushed, I wonder if I’m cursed…”
‘Down the stairs of this house where plaster flakes and falls / Through the intimate emptiness of its rooms and hall / I hear your slow footsteps, grandmother, echo or pause’
‘Months have passed by / the memories are still here / How can I forget you?’
‘When I see birches bend to left and right / Across the lines of straighter darker trees, / I like to think some boy’s been swinging them.’
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