You ask me about that country whose details now escape me,
I don’t remember its geography, nothing of its history.
And should I visit it in memory, it would be as I would a past lover,
after years, for a night, no longer restless with passion,
with no fear of regret
I have reached that age when one visits the heart merely as a courtesy.
Faiz Ahmed Faiz

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