Faiz Ahmad Faiz: My Guests. The door opens on my sadness

The door opens
on my sadness;
there they come, my guests.
There she is, the evening
to lay a carpet of despair.
There goes the night
to speak of pain to the stars.
Here comes the morning
with its shining scalpel
to open the wound of memory.
Then there is afternoon
hiding whips of flame in its sleeve.
All these are my guests
who come to see me day and night.
But when they come
and when they go,
I do not know.
My thoughts are always
drifting homeward,
holding doubts and suspicions
asking many questions.

       --Faiz Ahmad Faiz (1911-1984), tr. by Mahmood Jamal, ed. of The Penguin Book of Modern Urdu Poetry (1986)

Comments

[Muneeswari K]

This poem is really wonderful. Poet described about his sadness very clearly to the reader. Poet considered morning, afternoon, evening and night as his guest. He spent his entire life with these things with sadness.

[N.pargavi]

In this poem,poet describes his thoughts as his guests,but in real they are our inner feelings.It is not necessary to consider his thoughts as guests.

[N.pargavi]

In this poem,poet describes his thoughts as his guests,but in real they are our inner feelings.It is not necessary to consider his thoughts as guests.

[R. Nilofer Nisha]

Through this poem, the poet conveys that his Guests are an expected or an unexpected one whatever it may be his sadness will disappear in the time of afternoon. Usage of the words are more attractive to the readers. This is also a poem that suits not only to the author but every human.