Just prologued, the acts never come to an end
The mighty sea, no matter how deep, has measure
Of shore. Expand, expand, and the boundaries remain.
O endless journey, no one knows, whence and thence:
The sun peeps first and then rises on men, the moon
Is naught and taketh time to get full. Only those -
‘Who hath thus believed, didst goodness, and righteous
And observe patience', the rest are in utter loss. Verily
There is great reward for them and the cruel punished.
All great struggles, give birth to the next, every close
Is a new beginning. There shall always be, and have been
The oppressors and the oppressed. The eternal war is on.
Success is the pedestal of a higher moral edge, or fight for,
The cause of the rightness, equality and rights of humans.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
September 18,2014.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem