The End (2) Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Whom should I ask
Why this bogie of train
Has been cut off,
Why has the train left the station,
Leaving behind this compartment,
On the deserted station,
of the small village?
What is this nameless village,
I know not?

Perhaps darkness has engulfed
The signboard of the station;
I see no passenger other than me.
Where have gone,
Who accompanied me in the bogie?
I feel hush silence sprawled,
On the empty seats of this section,
I hear nothing,
But vibrant breathing of myself.

Where have gone those all passengers?
Why has the train left the station?
Why the bogie has been cut off
On this dark platform?

Should I accept this nameless
Village my destination?
Whether I embarked
This compartment knowingly,
Which had to cut off here.
Perhaps it was fact, it was my fate,
Or there existed some worn out
Belief in my mind that got me
Embarked this part
Which was destined
Not to go on anywhere.

I am sitting here in this compartment,
With the hope that another
Train might take this one along.

I am beholding the station,
Mysteriously wrapped in thick frost,
And this empty compartment,
An unintelligible hallucination.
The dove of my faith sitting
On the wall of my feeble hope,
Converses to me time and again,
“Wait not for the departure of this bogie,
Your journey was destined to end here,
For incomplete routes
Do not take to the destinations”.

Written by Jagdish Prakash
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar