This stained, stained ray of light that flees the haunted night
Has come, but what we hoped for—this is not that dawn.
No! This is not that dawn that we, with sweet delight,
Would venture out to meet, and thought we’d find, in time,
Upon the sands of heaven, somewhere in the stars:
That, there, the sluggish waves of night would find their shore;
That, there, the lolling boat of all our grief would come to halt.

• Tags: Faiz Ahmad Faiz, Issue 36, Pakistan, Poetry, Syed Haider Ali