DAILY POEMS
The homeland having fallen down a well and after sixty years, it’s up to us
Poems
Beloved works and new discoveries from our archive.
An Arab at Ben Gurion Airport
I’m an Arab! I shouted, at the doorway to departures
Bridal Song
ROSES, their sharp spines being gone, Not royal in their smells alone,
Dirge of the Three Queens
URNS and odours bring away! Vapours, sighs, darken the day!
Me from Myself—to banish
Me from Myself—to banish— Had I Art— Impregnable my Fortress
My Faith is larger than the Hills
My Faith is larger than the Hills— So when the Hills decay—
Despairing Cries
DESPAIRING cries float ceaselessly toward me, day and night, The sad voice of Death--the call of my nearest lover, putting forth,
For You, O Democracy
Come, I will make the continent indissoluble, I will make the most splendid race the sun ever shone upon,
দুই বিঘা জমি
শুধু বিঘে-দুই ছিল মোর ভুঁই, আর সবই গেছে ঋণে। বাবু বলিলেন, 'বুঝেছ উপেন? এ জমি লইব কিনে।'
بیا کہ قاعدۂ آسماں بگردانیم
بیا کہ قاعدۂ آسماں بگردانیم قضا بگردش رطل گراں بگردانیم
روز و شب
در هوایت بی قرارم، بی قرارم ڕوز و شب سر زکویت برندارم، برندارم ڕوز وشب