I call on Warith Shah today
I call on Warith Shah today:
O speak up from your grave
And from the Book of Love unfurl
A new and different page.
When one daughter of the Punjab did weep,
You wrote countless verses.
Today, millions of daughters are in tears
With this message for you:
‘Arise, you healer of inner pain,
And look now at your Punjab;
The forests are littered with corpses
And blood flows down the Chenab’.
Translated by Tariq Ali in ‘Can Pakistan Survive?” (1983).
This poem is the most fitting statement on the communal frezy that was unleashed at the time of ‘independence’ of India and Pakistan in 1947.