Lets go to the Bazaar today in chains...

The tearful eyes, the noisy spirit;
Are not enough…
The accusation of hidden love is not enough;
Lets go to the Bazaar today in chains;
Lets go with hands waving, intoxicated, dancing;
Lets go with dust on our heads, blood on our sleeves;
Lets go to the city our love lives in…
Everyone is watching…
The city’s ruler, the general populace…
The unhappy morning;
The day with no purpose;
The arrow of accusation;
The stone of abuse;
Who else beside us is their ultimate friend?
Who now in our beloved city is pure?
Who now is worthy of the executioner’s hand?
Pick up the burden of the heart…
Let us go, heartbroken ones…
We are the ones who have to be;
Murdered again, my friends… by Faiz Ahmed Faiz