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I know not where my steps may lead
In days to come;
But He, who for my sins did bleed,
Will guide me home.
And though the road be rough and steep,
I'll have no dread;
For He, who for my sins did weep,
Walks on ahead.
Though valleys dark and mountains high
May bar my way;
Through Him, who on the cross did die,
I'll win the day.
And at life's end, my journey o'er
I'll see the face
Of Him who journeyed on......
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These are English translations of Urdu poems by Jaun Elia, who has been called the "poet of pain." Syed Sibt-e-Asghar Naqvi (1931-2002), more commonly known as Jaun Elia, was a Pakistani Urdu poet, philosopher, biographer, and scholar. A child prodigy, he began writing poetry at age eight but didn't published his first poetry collection, Shayad, until age sixty.
I am strange—so strange
that I self-destructed and don't regret it.
―Jaun Elia, loose...
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