Abul Kayyum

I let you return with folded hands
I let you return with folded hands
And raise a silent cool
And raise a cool silence
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Touch my heart, touch my soul
Touch me heart and soul
Touch my love that’s not lost in burning
And the bird of soul
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Ominous Earth veils her tearful eyes
With the loose end
of darkness, her night gown,
For ever.
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Sky is covered by skyscrapers
And the sunrise by mortars
Roses of tub bloom in shade
Where air passes zigzag
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Some smokes are vandalist, belligerent from
Open or underground dens, but break themselves
To small fragments and then spread or wither.
Some smokes, fundamentalist with fragrance of attar
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I record you,
I record you, darling
As the moon both light and scandal,
As the youth both bliss and secretion.
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Life’s tune, the captive in memory-cage, cause the long future to caper.
It’s a strange land, O brother. The exulted generations are on reciting
hymn for the shedded roses. And they lye at length
on a stage of endless, burnt noon.
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(Dedicated to the Language Martyrs,1952)
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You printed the land with blood
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I tell you to understand, not to make you understand - -
blunt weapons are used in drama stage, not in war field
and a battle can not be fought
by a commander slept on the back of a horse
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No doubt I am hand to mouth
But hoist a flag of poetry
No doubt I am a trash and a prey of crash
But hoist a flag of peace
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Poor water body
Does not know the task of assassin,
Does not know the nature-killin’,
But only knows her lovely birds
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The raven nibbles at the rosy heart
Like a broken melon fallen apart
The lands are captured by the raider pains
The souls are closely tied by iron chains
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I could not be that murmuring stream,
Nor the budded rose at lawn.
I could not be that green power of grass
Nor even bowing night-flowers
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Two slender trees are in the heart
Graced by two distinct genre.
One is bloomed in blackish flirt
And the other in crimson desire.
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Nobody questioned
if the morning was a good morning
chirped by the guest birds from Siberia
like the wings of silver frairies.
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Man is indebted to cloud, but cloud is to river.
River is genuflected to sea for the debt to her.
Man is indebted to love and to cloud
And acknowledges debt to green field aloud
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