A R Daad short story Hasan Sòl is a modern parable. Fazal Baloch has translated it from Balochi. Even after much medication and treatment, the lamp of his fate refused to glow. His wife had also tried everything she had been told could be helpful. One day, a colleague at the office told him there ...
This poem was originally penned down by Hafeez Rauf in Balochi. I’m indifferent to the ups and downs of the world. I had said, What if the sky crumbles into the earth! What to me! To me what! What if someone slaughters someone! What if a brother kills a brother for a piece of ...
I was about to leave for the graveyard when he entered my room and stood behind the door. He looked pale, so weak that only his head was visible. “I won’t go there. The sun is searing and there aren’t even any trees,” he said as I wore my shoes. “There isn’t any shade here ...
Fazal Baloch translates Munir Momen’s poem, zamanag, we publish the other day. Every night, The world yells some filthy abuse, At my solitude, And runs away out of the window. But it cannot travel beyond the city. Every morning, I’m the first to bump into it. Oblivious of its abuse and my solitude, It steps inside my house along ...
This poem, was e bewasi, by Atta Shad has been translated from Balochi by Fazal Baloch. God, O God! Where is that world? That heaven and the earth? Where is the dark dawn that should lead to daylight? Those flower-studded stars, the bright moon? Where is that inner tipsy ambience? The pleasant landscape of pleasing hearts? ...
Qasum Faraz wrote this poem on the incarceration of Mubarak Qazi, a star Balochi poet. Rayhaan Baloch has translated it into English. Seated on the same bench, Qazi and I. Far in the sky, Like the colourful flag of your Khan, Ahmed Yar**, The blue patches of clouds, Appear in one moment and vanish in the ...
This story by Munir Badini has been translated from Balochi by Fazal Baloch. Whenever I step into the bathroom, I think of flying birds. While brushing my teeth, shaving or taking a bath, all the time I whistle and twitter like those birds. As water trickles down my body, I feel like flying in the ...
This poem by Munir Momen has been translated from Balochi Fazal Baloch. The sea, A scrawled evidence of sails. And the earth, A song chanted by the wind On the wedding of trees. Every night, You stay awake in the hope of the moment When the wind falls asleep And you’d turn all your ...
This poem by Manzoor Bismil has been translated from Balochi. I’m the aging Ganjul Wife of missing Jangiyan Mother of poor Sartu. I know not What ails Sartu Can’t point finger at his malaise Perhaps witched by a sorcerer Or victim of an evil eye Otherwise How could the loving son of a vivacious ...
This short poem by Munir Momen has been translated from Balochi by Sajid Hussain When the man is born He does only one thing Cutting off time with a scissor Everyone’s surrounding is piled up with the pieces of time But my pile has been blown away by the wind of your separation Just ...
