Watch Poem Aye Arz-e-Watan
This short poetry film Aye Arz-e-Watan by Faiz Ahmed Faiz by Poetry in Motion is firstly, dedicated to ALL who perished in the Lahore bomb blast this Easter; in a heinous act against a nation and humanity and their distraught families left behind and secondly, it is directed to the Power’s that be, on who's watch this terrorist act occurred.
This short poetry film Aye Arz-e-Watan by Faiz Ahmed Faiz by Poetry in Motion is firstly, dedicated to ALL who perished in the Lahore bomb blast this Easter; in a heinous act against a nation and humanity and their distraught families left behind and secondly, it is directed to the Power’s that be, on who's watch this terrorist act occurred.
Faiz Ahmad Faiz (13 February 1911 – 20 November 1984) was a legendary Pakistani Poet.
He was a MBE, NI, Lenin Peace Prize was an influential left-wing intellectual, revolutionary poet, and one of the most highly-regarded poets of the Urdu language, having been nominated four times for the Nobel Prize for literature. A notable member of the Progressive Writers' Movement (PWM), Faiz was an avowed Marxist, for which he received the Lenin Peace Prize by the Soviet Union in 1962. His work remains influential in Pakistan Literature and Arts. Faiz's literary work was posthumously publicly honoured when the Pakistan Government conferred upon him the nation's highest civil award, Nishan-e-Imtiaz, in 1990.
Poem in Translation
He was a MBE, NI, Lenin Peace Prize was an influential left-wing intellectual, revolutionary poet, and one of the most highly-regarded poets of the Urdu language, having been nominated four times for the Nobel Prize for literature. A notable member of the Progressive Writers' Movement (PWM), Faiz was an avowed Marxist, for which he received the Lenin Peace Prize by the Soviet Union in 1962. His work remains influential in Pakistan Literature and Arts. Faiz's literary work was posthumously publicly honoured when the Pakistan Government conferred upon him the nation's highest civil award, Nishan-e-Imtiaz, in 1990.
Poem in Translation
O land of my birth, How many inhabitant’s blood do you want?
That may colour your colourless cheek,
How many tragic sigh’s will it take to calm you,
How many tears will it take to irrigate your deserts to flower,
In the corridors of Power how many good intentions get shred,
How many promises were made only to be broken,
How many lives were sacrificed by the evil eyes of insincere persons (politicians)
How many dreams were stoned on the highways (How many dreams are killed in the annals of power)
O land of my birth, how many inhabitant’s blood do you want, how many do you want to lessen your frenzy for blood . . .
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