Came across this excellent translation of Faiz’s all time classic ‘Kutte‘ by the British Marxist V.G Kiernan.
With fiery zeal endowed-to beg,
They roam the street on idle leg,
And earn and own the general curse,
The abuse of all the Universe;
At night no comfort, at dawn no banquet,
Gutter for lodging, mud for blanket.
Whenever you find them any bother,
Show them a crust they will fight one another,
Those curs that all and sundry kick,
Destined to die of hunger’s prick.
– If those whipped creatures raised their heads,
Man’s insolence would be pulled to shreds:
Once roused, they’d make this earth their own
And gnaw their betters to the bone-
If someone made their misery itch,
Just gave their sluggish tails a twist