A recent study carried out at University of Hull questions the effectiveness of anti-depressants in offering relief from severe depression. The researchers at the university believe that the actual effect of anti-depressants is exaggerated and the reasons for patients feeling better stem from placebo effect (i.e. people feel better after taking medication because they are expecting the medication to make them feel better). The anti-depressants under question are the ones that function by increasing the production of the natural mood altering chemical, serotonin, in the brain. It is worth clarifying here that researchers accept the effectiveness of such treatment for mild cases of depression. It is the cases of severe depression that showed little or no change in the light of anti-depressant treatment.
2.27.2008
Research at Hull University discredits effectiveness of Antidepressants
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I just read about this research in the newspaper. Though-provoking stuff.
About Faiz's poem, i am only familiar of one translation, which does sound okay to me:
"Dawn of Freedom"
Faiz Ahmed Faiz, translated from the Urdu by Agha Shahid Ali
These tarnished rays, this night-smudged light--
This is not that Dawn for which, ravished with freedom,
we had set out in sheer longing,
so sure that somewhere in its desert the sky harbored
a final haven for the stars, and we would find it.
We had no doubt that night's vagrant wave would stray towards the shore
that the heart rocked with sorrow would at last reach its port.
Friends, our blood shaped its own mysterious roads.
When hands tugged at our sleeves, enticing us to stay,
and from wonderous chambers Sirens cried out
with their beguiling arms, with their bare bodies,
our eyes remained fixed on that beckoning dawn,
forever vivid in her muslins of transparent light.
Our blood was young--what could hold us back?
Now listen to the terrible rampant lie:
Light has forever been severed from the Dark;
our feet, it is heard, are now one with their goal.
See our leaders polish their manner clean of our suffering:
Indeed, we must confess only to bliss;
we must surrender any utterance for the Beloved--all yearning is outlawed.
But the heart, the eye, the yet deeper heart--
Still ablaze for the Beloved, their turmoil shines.
In the lantern by the road the flame is stalled for news:
Did the morning breeze ever come? Where has it gone?
Night weighs us down; it still weighs us down.
Friends, come away from this false light.
Come, we must search for that promised Dawn.
Source:
http://pranavjani.blogspot.com/2007/08/faiz-ahmed-faiz-and-1947.html
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