Translation From Pushto ..

Advice

Original In Pushto By Rahim Khan Majrooh
Translated By Syed Aadil Omer


Still, my love, things are like they were!

Still, you can give a second thought

To your decisions.

The train of time hasn't left, yet.

The waters haven't risen

Above their levels--

The dikes are un-inundated.

The ways to escape are still open.

People don't yet know, as

The story is still

A secret between you and me.

The night is still ripe

And the dawn hasn't burst, yet.

My laughter hasn't yet been snatched

By the turbulent flashes of your beauty.

My sleep is still peaceful

From the distraction of your hypnotic eyes.

The fresh, tiny wound [of love]

Hasn't yet turned cancerous.

The embryonic seed hasn't yet rooted

from the flower-pot to soil.

Our nameless relation

Is yet to find an identity.

The matters of our lives

Are treading steady in their direction.

I, Majrooh, am still blissful

In my current state of life.

The buttons on my shirt

Are still nicely fastened;

[un-plucked by over-indulgence]

Things, whatever you wish -- remorse,

Or loving me to death, are still a possibility

Because we do not, still, have

A means of connection,

But the currents of air.

The ill-match of a rug-mat

With that of a velvet cloth

Hasn't yet patched with deep stitches.

I've yet to savor the luscious

Taste of our union.

My gaze is still fixed, in wait,

On the paths of assurance,

As I stand on the rooftop of uncertainty.

Your silhouette hasn't yet shaped

Into a complete picture.

Still we are poles apart

In our status in life.

Like someone with a perfect vision

You can spot me around.

I can sense, you're here

Somewhere with me --

Blind, I can look at you,

But I cannot see you.

I can't figure you out

In a flock of swans.

I look at your mercy

Like a prisoner does.

Either set me free in a jungle

Like a nightingale

Or, fix me like

A flower, in your locks.