Ishrat Afreen - Ghazal (2)

This city does not desire a revolution any more
The mirror we found, but we haven't the stone any more

At such a time have my comrades found their crosses!
Those who remain have no heads on their shoulders any more

In search of the deep seas we came to the shores
We turned, and found, like the sands, the sea did not exist any more

Why is this crowd still armed with stones?
Aazar does not live in this city any more.

Weeping, the changing season, hides her faces in bed
For on its body Light, does not wear a raiment any more.

[Translated by Rukhsana Ahmad]

Ishrat Afreen

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