Muhammad Shanazar Poems

I am imprisoned in a mirror house,
What kind of house it is,
Where all around,
I see your face,
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I don’t do,
My poem inscribes you in her lines,
It inscribes the delicacy of candles of your hands,
Prudence and farsightedness of your symphonic beauty.
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Silence prevails
In each wire of my soul,
Pangs of separations upsurge;
While seeing you my love,
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Who knows more than the ocean
Sorrows of the seashores,
We are travelers,
Friendship of the wind and sail has cut
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What kind of this discourse is of acrimonious moments, On one side I and on the other you,
In between is a mound of ice,
In the spectacle of aloofness
Nothing but a pang of separation.
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Listen,
Sometimes,
To the tale of seasons,
Seasons sleeping on the dumb rocks,
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The wall of prison, the roof of dirge,
And an arc of ignorance make a sight,
And we are in between,
This is the sight that has bound,
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You were in a hurry to depart,
So in haste of departure,
You have left behind the beams of your touch,
The angles of your gaze,
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Heed to hither someone beckons you,
Heed a little to my waiting eyes,
Heed a little to the deserted route,
Again is in the search of caravans of union.
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In the confined room of life,
Neither there is a miracle of the sun and shade,
Nor the passion of rose and nightingale,
Neither youth of the moonlight,
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