Amid our scattered dreams, We feel sometimes happy or unhappy anytime, but Do we have real dreams? ! Suppose we're almost dreamy About pretty things, but Where are they? ! Our dreams are those things that We feel them like these... We feel that we're dreaming All nights' long, but All in vain... We're not sure if We dream or not... We just get up frightened like The dead-people in their tombs... We don't know if We had dreams or nightmares anytime... We don't know if Our dreams are real ones or They are just pieces of dreams or ugly nightmares That mirror our real life... Do we copy our real images When we are in our beds or not? ! The truth lies in what We feel during our bedtime snoring loudly or Crying like kids from horrible nightmares... We all have or had dreams That come in different shapes anytime, but Do we realize them when we get up anytime? Everyone can something about them From everyone's perspective... They are merely dreams No more or less anytime... ______________________________________________________________________
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I would like to translate this poem
Masha Allah nice topic nice write thank you