***Faiz had tremendous sympathy for the suffering of the people.he was committed socialist and love the literature of Progressive Writers’ Movement. ***
According to Faiz ,poetry was a struggle in which, art and life demanded participation according to one’s abilities. In his poetry, Faiz incorporated both the values of beauty and social responsibilities. His message was couched in beautiful words with an almost wistful quality.
Muj se pihli se Muhabat myree miboob na mang
may ny samja thu hai tu darakhshan hai hiyat
Tira ghum hai tu ghum-e-duhr ka kia jagra hai
tire surat sy hai Alam may baharu ku sabat
tire ankon ki siwa duna may raka kia hain
tu ju mil jay tu takdir nagon hojayi
you na tha , may ny fakat chaha th you hojay
Aor bi duk hai zamani may muhabat ki siwa
rahatain aor bi hai Wisal ki rahat ki siwa
unginat sadyoo ki tarik bahimana talasum
Raishum O Atlas O kimkhwab may banaye howai
ja baja biktai howai kocha O bazar may jisam
khak may luthri howai khoon may nihlai howai
jisam taptai howai amraz ki tanoro may
peep bihtai howai giltai howai nasoru mai
lot jati hy eidar ku bi nazar kia kejiyai
abb bi dilkash hai tira hussan magar kia kejiyai
aor bi duk hain zamani may muhabat ki siwa
rahatain aor bi hain wisal ki rahat ki siwa
muj sai pihli si muhabat myree mihboob na mang
Dont ask me for the same love, my sweetheart
Dont ask me for the same love, my sweetheart
I thought that life was radiant because of you
Why complain of worldly woes, once in your love-affliction
Your countenance brings eternity to the youth of spring
What else is there in the world but for the beauty your eyes
If you were mine, my destiny would surrender to me
This was not so, only my wish for it to be
There are sufferings in the world other than the suffering of love
There are pleasures other than the delight of our union
Dark, heinous spells of uncountable centuries.
Woven into rich silk and precious brocades
being sold in every corner, bodies,
covered in dirt, drenched in blood.
Bodies, burning in hot ovens of disease
Puss seeping from open, lacerating wounds.
My sight returns to this as well, I am helpless
Your beauty is heart warming still, but I am helpless
There are sufferings in the world other than the suffering of love
There are pleasures other than the delight our union
Dont ask me for the same love, my sweetheart!
Golden Scorpion Gi, Khiyaal rakna Mujay Dostu may hi Ginna, 
aor app tu khair Sunehri bichu hu, Waysi iak baat hy RED Scorpion ka tu suna tha, likaan Golden ku pihli hi martaba daik raha hu:D app ku yahaan daik kar bohaat khushi howai,Umeed hy app ki hothi howai yahaan kisee chira ku bi par marni ki juraat nahi hogee 
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