Tum Mere Pass Raho… Faiz Ahmed Faiz. Nayyara Noor.

You do not understand the language but the sound of her voice is haunting, evocative. You read the translated words and and don’t understand their references but the images are haunting, evocative.

you stay with me – (2)
You, stay near me
,
My killer, my lover, stay with me
My assassin, My beloved, Stay near me,
,
The moment night falls, – (2)
The moment when night goes on,
,
Drink the blood of the sky and walk in the dark night.
Drinking the blood of sky the dark night goes on,
,
For Marham-Mushk Liye Nashtra-Almas Liye
Carrying medicinal-musk,carrying dimond-blades,
,
Banning, laughing, singing
Lamenting, Laughing, Singing it goes,
,
The chicane of pain came out ringing the anklets
Playing the lilac anklets of pain, it goes
,
The moment when hearts sink in the chest
The moment when the hearts sank inside bosom
,
With my hands in my sleeves, I started yearning for something. , for hope, – (2)
Gaze at the hands withdrawn in their sleeves, Hoping,
,
And like crying children
Like bawling children, Gargaling,
,
If the deaf and dumb are crazy, then you can persuade or not.
The ocean of discomfort becomes restless, unappeasable,
,
when something doesn’t work out
When nothing can be said
,
when nothing works
When nothing works
,
the moment night falls – (2)
The moment when night goes on,
,
The moment when the mourners are desolate, the dark night goes on
The moment when mournful, desolate, dark night goes on,
,
you stay with me – (2)
You stay near me
,
My killer, my lover, stay with me
My assassin, My beloved, Stay near me
,
you stay with me – (2)
You stay near me

Faiz Ahmed Faiz

A more accessible translation is given here: https://omershafee.wordpress.com/2013/10/03/tum-mere-paas-raho-faiz-ahmed-faiz/

‘Tum mere paas raho’- Faiz Ahmed Faiz

My dearest, you who slay me
Abide with me

When the night rules the world
When it reigns, ebon and slaked on the vigor of the skies
Carrying in turn a scented balm and a glittering sword
Lamenting, laughing, singing
Chiming anklets strung with pain

And when hearts sunk deep in bosoms
Pine for hands withdrawn in their sleeves
When the wine pours like tears of a sobbing child
Flowing torrent-like, inconsolable
When everything is astray
When nothing works
When the mournful, desolate, ebon night reigns

Abide with me
My dearest, my bane