This is a poem of Aktar-ul-Iman and translated by Baidar Bakht & Kathleen Grany Jaeger.
I don’t complain of her indifference,
She never scolds me for neglect.
When we meet it’s always like this:
Our eyes whisper to “stay”,our feet are itching to leave.
With nothing to do she’s always in a hurry;
A busy man,I’ve always plenty of time.
Nights and days keep passing,it’s been like this for years.
This Translation was published in Annual of Urdu Studies 3:17(1983)