Of life’s harvest,
In the oven of distressed.
Insipid mornings and frightful nights,
Ferocious cat of the by-gone moments,
Tear may bluechethermic body,
With their scimitar sort of teeth,
Flying dust of time,
Buries my body in the past
I am certain,
The ruins would be excavated,
And my petrified body cleansed,
It would be displayed,
Before the amazing eyes.
(From Urdu into English by B. H. Nazim)