Permission Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

It was a strange day,
It is a strange night
How much restless is in our bodies,
The surging blood;
But why do you behave with coldness?
Why do you slither away where I am?
Why do you thunder like clouds?
Why do you grow furious on the touch my hands?
Just give way to your wild blood,
And offer me
Some bouquet with you tender hands,
My body will pray for you
If you absorb with love mine in yours,
It will utter many voices;
It will give you lights and loyalties,
And cool winds of love.
The sky announces
In glimmers of the moon and stars
That daylight is about to spread,
Now the dawn will descend on the earth,
The night is about to die and pass away,
In extended bleakness of the dark,
The day with bright forehead is about to step in,
So think awhile about scarcity of time,
Permit me to come around you,
Permit me to overshadow you,
Permit me to glimmer and tumble,
Permit me to wake a little the dormant emotion,
Permit me to shed a little blood of desire,
Keeping in mind scarcity of time,
Think a while,
Do not interrupt me,
And do not hold me back please.

Written by Ronaq Hayat
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar