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TO MY FRIEND, CAPTAIN FAKHAR*
The streets aren't the same now,
Their lights aren't the same now,
Without you, O Fakhar,
Life's joys aren't the same now!
Distant bells keep ringing,
Some old songs keep clinging,
Far away, from somewhere,
Old times keep returning.
In silence on the old hill,
Often do I stand still,
Gazing at the chasm,
Spreading out its mantle.
O dear Captain, you were,
The pride of my friends,
You have left, but somehow,
I still have your shadow,
Walking with me on the hills,
Of Khanjar* and Baghsar*,
And your jokes and laughter,
Are vivid in my mind's eye,
You are there with me,
Always, till my life lasts,
Giving me good company.
