Sunday, October 26, 2003

What Makes Me Go On

Ask me not what makes me go on
To the rocky ridges and valleys beyond

For the sake of the sweet smell of pine
I trek along the mountain’s spine

From the mountain’s top to the meadow’s lake
For flowers wild my fingers ache

My life as if hung on a line
Drunk I am with streams alpine

I know not if I am in pain
With open arms I embrace the rain

I’ve slept under the stars and trees
In the moonlit sky bent on my knees

For what? I do not know I pray
Tearful yet my eyes betray

To loose the feel and sense of time
To be a mere walking shrine

To blend along the colorless wind
Ah! No I don’t belong to Sindh

So ask me not what makes me go on
A broken heart or feelings torn

2 comments:

Tahereh Sheerazie said...

"To blend along the colorless wind
Ah! No I don’t belong to Sindh"
i lost you here ----'sindh' -was it just to rhyme with wind? dont think so.
"So ask me not what makes me go on
A broken heart or feelings torn"
you must have been in love with someone or something at the time, very intensely and passionately. yes/no?

Sa`ad said...

I've put 'Sindh' here because in the previous verse I talk of being "a walking shrine" which refers to sufiism and that for me relates more to Multan and Sindh in general. It does not have a deeper meaning as such but this particular sheyr is to be taken in connection with the one before it.