Even more sad are the times of love

Even more sad are the times of love

Do not ask for my first love for me
I thought you were so happy
If you have grief, what is the point of grief?
By your sight is the stability of the spring in the universe
What is kept in the world except your eyes?

Whatever you find, destiny will be taken care of
It wasn't, I just wanted it to happen
Even more sad are the times except love
Reliefs are more than just reliefs of attachment

The darkly seductive ritual of the countless centuries
Made in silk and silk and embroidered
When the body is in the market, when you go out

Soaked in blood, bathed in dust
Look here and there
Still charming but what to do

Even more sad are the times except love
The reliefs are more than just the reliefs of attachment
Don't ask me for your first love

(Faiz Ahmed Faiz)