with longing for Me— I long for good and evil to fall adoringly at My door— I long—1 long—" There weie no trees or stones no land or water nor were we drunk on good and evil What did we know9 So we sat silent the whole breakfast through He was such an ardent Talker He did all the talking Himself In the rush and commotion we barely caught the ship In the confusion so many of our things were left up there All that love—that daring those joys—all those dreams that we had packed in our bags' Translated by S R Faiuqi and F W Putchett Travelogue So there he was—that first dawn insistent—that we join him for a breakfast of effulgence And there we weie—scared lest the egotist holds us back lest—in the ecstacy of his triumph he stops us from boarding that first spaceship to Earth Wo knew of course he was hooked on words that above all else—he enjoyed the sound only of his voice And we had so much to do—remember9 we had no passports yet nor money either oven our bags were not fastened But there he was over insistent And then—the entue time—he talked , about himself "Y know I need someone on Earth a vicegerent—some kindly soul my exact imago ' (We placed before him a likely list adding our names at the end ) Annual of Urdu Studies ^5 21