Speak, for your lips are not free

Poet: Hasan Mujtaba

 

Speak, for your lips are not free

Speak, as truth wearing chains has disappeared in the shadow of guns

Speak, your voice has been locked up

Speak, your songs are being watched

Speak, for your lips are not free

 

Say that speaking of Balochistan is a crime today

Say that the bullet, all five bullets are its testimony

Lodged in her young being

Speak, for your lips are not free

 

Mutilated bodies lie on top

Our eyes, so unsighted

The sun not seen in years

Speak, for your lips are not free

 

Say that your land

Is no longer yours

And the sea, shores, no longer yours

Speak, for your lips are not free

 

Say that reciting such a poem is no longer 'safe'

Say that under this roof,

Film, literature, music, art

Pen and paper,

Coffee drinking, 

Are improper all 

Tell, Karachi, your tale

A speaking woman

An unarmed woman

Threatens power 

Speak, for your lips are not free

 

An unarmed woman is soaked in blood

Brutality after brutality, a woman bears

Tell, when will she be free?

Say, now she’ll be free

Speak, for your lips are not free

 

Speak Balochistan, for now

Speak dear Pukhtoonkhwa, for now

Speak my Sindh, for now

Speak, for our lips are not free

 

Say that in one of the scales 

Lie heavy, leaden boots

In there lie all the lies

Speak, for your lips are not free

 

In this deceitful world, beloved

Weigh the heavy scale of truth

Speak, for your lips are not free

Speak, for when are your lips not free

Speak, for your lips are not free

 

Translated by Nosheen Ali