Quotes from Faiz Ahmad Faiz

The true subject of poetry is the loss of the beloved.

Desire" I have certainly no faith in miracles, yet I long that when death comes to take me from this great song of a world, it permits me to return to your door and knock and knock and call out: "If you need someone to share your anguish, your simplest pain, then let me be the one. If not, let me again embark, this time never to return, in that final direction, forever.

Speak Speak, your lips are free. Speak, it is your own tongue. Speak, it is your own body. Speak, your life is still yours. See how in the blacksmith's shop The flame burns wild, the iron glows red; The locks open their jaws, And every chain begins to break. Speak, this brief hour is long enough Before the death of body and tongue: Speak, 'cause the truth is not dead yet, Speak, speak, whatever you must speak.

Years have passed since my heart's been anyone's destination,/ and its wounds, in this desolation,/ have lost their sheen--/ Whom can I possibly ask to pour color into them? --from "Two Elegies: 1. Appointments

the hidden secret of love is the fevered soul