A house has arrested
The yellow sun,
But the sun
Is sitting on a chair,
Enjoying its cigarette,
Whose black smoke
Spreads
In the sleep
From the chimney of the window.
Fast winds
Clear the black smoke.
Tr. Baidar Bakht
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Baidar Bakht:: Translator of Urdu Poetry par excellence
BAIDAR BAKHT is Adjunct Professor of Civil Engineering at the Universities of Toronto and Manitoba, Canada. He translat...
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BAIDAR BAKHT is Adjunct Professor of Civil Engineering at the Universities of Toronto and Manitoba, Canada. He translat... -
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I read Jayant Parmar's poetries, they are excellent.captured my heart. please grant permission me traslate to tamil language
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