Urdu → English transcript

She was his mirror; I remember that room.

Whenever I slept in the sunlight on the roof of life.

Whenever I grew tired of others' and my own lies.

I would fight with everyone and then lose to myself.

Whenever he went into the room.

It was a room of veins, some light, some deep.

It was a very intimate room.

That would hide me in its soft palm like that.

As if a mother hid her child in her shawl.

And lovingly scolded me.

What kind of habit is this?

You wander around, restless, in the early afternoon.

I remember that room.

Dense and rather heavy, somewhat hard to swallow.

That sheesham (rosewood) door.

As if some gruff father, in his rough chest,

hid an ocean of love.

That chair and its twin sister.

Both of them were my friends.

It was an impertinent, indulgent mirror that was kind to the heart.

Which, in its disorderly wardrobe,

would, like an old woman, admonish the mirror.

She would admonish it.

It was a tiny, very mischievous vase.

He would laugh at both of them.

The house I now live in

is very beautiful

But I often sit here in silence and remember.

Wow, that's wonderful!

That room used to speak.