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The Unicorn And The Dancing Girl by Faiz

Mar 27, 2026
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Poet Faiz Ahmed Faiz wrote in English as fluidly as he wrote in Urdu. One of his English masterpieces titled ” The Unicorn And The Dancing Girl” is given below. In the 1960s Faiz wrote this script in blank verse for a short documentary on Mohenjodaro. It was never produced.

Dancing Girl

Dancing Girl

THE UNICORN AND THE DANCING GIRL

(an English original by Faiz)

In Pakistan as elsewhere in Asia

And Africa time past is time present

And in the past – the past

Which neither man nor history remembers –

There was no time.

Only timelessness.

The timelessness of the city of dead

And the graves of nameless saints

With their tattered flags

Which never rallied anyone to any cause

And their earthen lamps which shed no

Light on the mysteries of human darkness.

The timelessness of the unicorn

Presiding over pots and pans

Over weapons and vanities

Of the city of dead

Who is not even a unicorn

Is not even a legend

For even a legend is a memory

And the memory is in time

But the past is timeless

Like the eternal snows of

Timeless mountains

The eternal sands

Of timeless deserts

And the waters

Of the timeless sea

And written within this eternity of silence

The music of time began

In the leap of a lonely spring

Out of the encrusted womb of a wilderness of rocks

The joyous limbs of the dancing girl

Defying the motionless unicorn

And dancing waters on their festival

March to the sea.

Thus time was born

And cities arose on the plains

Attracting an unending caravan

Of human feet arching in and

Out of the timeless mountains

Parthians, Bactrians, Huns and Scythians,

Arabs, Tartars, Turks, and White Men.

But as time unwound its first

thread

the unicorn which is the past

grabbed it in its blind hoofs

and spun it round and imprisoned it within itself.

And time became

The endless drone of the waterwheel

The creaking of the wooden cart

The hum of the spinning wheel

The closed spectrum of light and shadow

The heat and cold of the seasons.

Although men matched their strength

Against the wheel

To fight and create

Much that was good and beautiful

Buildings

Gardens

Paintings

Carpets

Ornaments

Music

But everything moved within

Its own remorseless orbit

Even the dance of the dancing girl

Imprisoned within the circular whirl

Of her own limbs

And the gaze of eager eyes in a close-set circle.

For the wheel was fate

And custom

And the will of the unknown powers

Which predestined all beauty

To death and decay after its span

And mighty cities to dust.

And small men gave up

The fight

And accepted the yoke

To circumambulate their

Allotted round of days

Like blindfold oxen.

And the wheel was fate

And the yoke was ‘karma’

And fear and want and pain

And withering of age

And death with its mercy

And the tyrant with no mercy in his heart.

Until the present

And then the striving and the strain

The sorrows and dreams and passions and yearnings

Of numberless beings

Over untold centuries

Snapped the yoke

And broke the wheel

To unleash an orgy of frenzied movement

The wheel clanking away on steel tracks

Speeding on metalled roads

Whirling on airfields

In giant factories

Explosives ripping up the timeless

Mountains to release power

Earthmovers ploughing through timeless sands to admit water

Men and women

Boys and girls

Unyoked from fate and ‘karma’, and

Custom and the dream of an unknown will

The joyousness of the dancing girl

Rippling in abandon through the young flesh

Of countless limbs

And the unicorn reduced

At last to a mere design on a fabric

A mere decoration on the wall.

And yet

Time present is still time past

In faces

In places

In custom and ritual and the grave of the nameless saint

In hunger and want and pain and the withering of age

The birth of time out of timelessness

Is beset like all births

With travail, and hope, and joy and apprehension.

And its birth in Pakistan as elsewhere in

The newly liberated countries of Asia

And Africa

Is as yet only a small flag of freedom

Raised against

The bannered and embattled host of

Fear and want and hunger and

Pain

And the death of human hearts.

Source:http://sugandhwafai9001.wordpress.com/2005/06/07/the-unicorn-and-the-dancing-girl/

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Published: Mar 27, 2013