Life How I Curse Thee Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Life I curse thee
Like an old haggard gloomy bat,
Why do you pierce your claws in my eyes.
All day long you lick the skeleton of my dreams,
Why don’t you leave me alone.
Night falls and
Like a great hunter
You dig your fierce claws
On the moon to reach the old woman spinning a wheel,
Knitting the thread of dreams on the point of mirage.

In the weaving of dreams and slumber,
You snatch moments,
Drowned in the abandon of empty houses.
Till the break of dawn,
Your restless pale pupils stamp their mark.
All day long you pick on heartless,
Half baked dreams like the bat.
Life how I curse thee

Written by Ayub Khawar
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar