Listen, O my life, <br />I will not be here tomorrow. <br />Tonight, let us clutch a song tightly, <br />And claim its kiss. <br />Listen, O my life <br />I will not be here tomorrow. <br /> <br />The moonlight will not flower tomorrow, <br />Nor will bloom the champak. <br />Perfumes will not roam the garden <br />With uncovered head. <br />Nor like today <br />Will yielding branches <br />Bend to touch the earth, <br />Listen, O my life <br />I will not be here tomorrow. <br /> <br />The cranes will have scattered, <br />Flown far away. <br />By tomorrow, time, like a husband, <br />Will have carried off my pain. <br />No longer will flowers lie like jewels <br />Around the throat <br />Of the season tomorrow. <br />Listen, O my life <br />I will not be here tomorrow. <br /> <br />By daybreak the footprints on paths <br />Will not be traceable. <br />No longer will my songs sew a robe <br />True to separation. <br />Never will tears collect like this again, <br />Beneath the shadows of the past. <br />Listen, O my life <br />I will not be here tomorrow. <br /> <br />Not, like today, will we sit together again <br />You and I. <br />Not, like this, will will the sun rise tomorrow, <br />Nor, like this, will it set. <br />The bird of time <br />Will have collected <br />Every single grain of my breath. <br />Listen, O my life. <br />I will not be here tomorrow. <br />Tonight let us clutch a song tightly <br />And claim its kiss.<br /><br />Shiv Kumar Batalvi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maen-kal-naheen-rahina/
