Songs of Parting by Nazrul

THE EVENING OF PARTING 

The evening of parting is here; darkness encases the eyes.
Dearest, don’t let tears make my path of parting more slippery.
Like a flower would, I drifted with the tide and came here
Unintentionally. Why, dearest, did you err and pick the flower up?
Why did you put the flower in your tresses, only to fling it away,
Letting it drift once again with the tide?  Here no one understands
Each other. The one you crave only slights you; the one you desire 
Won’t be your own. Here there is no real love in the heart’s depths.
How will you understand how my pain wilts the garland of union?
The song I sing takes wings and reaches the sky, craving for you.  

BURY ME 

Make sure to bury me next to a mosque, dear brother of mine,
So that from my grave I’ll hear the muezzin’s prayer call all the time.
As those in the congregation pass me by, I’ll hear too their holy steps
This sinner will thus be saved from the evil spirits close to the grave!
So many pious people—God’s devotees and our prophet’s disciples—
Come to this mosque and recite verses from the Holy Quran here.
Those verses uplift my soul and mind. Many dervishes and fakirs
Come to the mosque’s compound too. Till deep into the night
They recite God’s name repeatedly, though hidden from sight.
I too would like to repeat with them His Holy name, all in tears.
I too would so like to keep repeating His Holy name thus!