Muhammad Shanazar Poems

A shadeless tree with out fruit,
A thorn that pricks bare sore feet,
A stone that breaks brittle hearts,
A weed that multiplies its seed,
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Who can measure?
The pungent pleasure,
Avarice, wrath and rage,
Of the blood lickers.
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Deep darkness fears me at night,
Sable thoughts surround me tight,
Run I to the dark corners to escape,
Wrestle against inner self and fight,
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O! Friends, where have gone the old preachings,
Of the divine prophets and of the saints teachings?

Why has Man averted His eyes, His heart and face,
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Look! Who stands forlorn,
Absorbed, staring into the vacancy,
Of spheres with tearful eyes,
That blur the whole world,
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Let us exchange the fresh red roses,
Sweet smelling scents and perfumes,
And the restless palpitating hearts too.
Uproot the thorny weeds of disgust,
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“Oh! Overshadowing, evergreen Banyan,
Where have gone my vivacious playmates,
Who climbed up your reverend shoulders,
Clambered down by lowering, lurking roots?
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How quickly runs time with the paces quite inaudible!
And how speedily slips snubbing the stock of delights!
How sweet memories leave behind the spots indelible!
How pleasures vanish as seasonal birds take flights!
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The creaking sounds did make me wake,
Fetched me back from the dream lake
Of peaceful sleep, profound and deep,
Again did bring me to the world fake.
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Making the house, the yard, the streets desolate,
To depart is the daughter’s perennial fate,
May upon your head overshadow benedictions,
To shield you against sufferings, thorns of hate,
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