Muhammad Shanazar Poems

The beauteous bride dressed in black,
Whose fair forehead is adorned,
With a huge round piece of gold,
Glowing galaxies are fretted,
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Who bangs at the door,
And awakens
The sleeping conscience?
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O! Love, love, dear love,
I thank thee to awaken me;
From the slumber deep.
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The cool benevolent,
Shadowy branches,
Thick and dark,
Extended all sides around,
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When at late hours,
The dark night wanes,
Silence prevails all around,
The stars shine,
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In the sweltering days of June,
When wells around the village,
Went dry and life became hard,
Men and stock moved desperate,
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Each and everyday the heart emerges out,
Of the darkness to shape and reshape,
In the crystals of light and hope,
Sometimes passes through the foggy blurred horizon,
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At the brim of drowning day,
A slight after the sunset,
Clad in crimson pink bridal dress,
I see a bride every day exposing
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Need I nothing but a shoulder to prop,
To place upon my head, the tears to shed.
The tormenting existence, worries of life,
The cruel pangs of the heart are resolved,
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They are the dignified who being elevated,
Speak among the folk low, low and very low;
Like the laden loaded limbs of a tree of fruit,
To the ground with the wind bend and bow.
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