Memory(faiz ahmed faiz)

In the wilderness of solitude, O dear one,
echo the shadows of your voice
the mirages of your lips

In the wilderness of solitude
among the dusty desiccated steps of distance,
bloom the fruit and roses of your arms

Ah, from nearness rises,
smoldered in its own scents,
the warmth of your breath, soft and faint

And upon the far horizons sparkle, drop by drop,
the falling dewdrops of your dear glance

With such tenderness, dearest,
your memoryís palm so touches my heartís visage
that although it is the morn of separation
I dare to think it is the night of union, already