The Last Moments Of 2012 Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

What a strange night it is!
Absorbed in the convulsions of future and past,
The night last of the year.

The night last of the year,
Inscribed is on its forehead, an account
Of each moment of the year bygone,
And are inscribed the dreams of open eyes,
In the company of dormant fortune.
The dawn of it like an unblemished paper,
Will appear in the chamber of New Year,
With another manuscript.

The night last of the year,
Beneath the feet of which a pile is heaped
Of dreams filled with
Longings with no realization,
Neither any route, nor destination,
Nor any mystery has resolved; and to the distant
Skyline where eyesight exhausts,
In whose eyes at each moment blossom
And wither the lotuses of hopes and expectations.
Dense constellation of stars bustles in the sky,
In such a way as if someone whispers
'Take heed while stepping ahead.'

At the mid-night,
From this side of the stagnant moment,
All-around is a noise, and echoing clamours,
And therefrom that side across is an alien world,
Where half-ajar are the windows
And the doors ridden with mysteries.
Several cities there are on this Earth,
Where till now, in a new day, is alive
In the past year, the figure of this withering night;
And who will inform those friends who reside,
Somewhere at the farthest end of alien lands,
Amid the unidentified residences,
They thrive till now in my heart, in my memories,
In my dreams, if I exist in their minds.
They be sworn of me, sworn of my love,
They should dredge me again though for a moment,
In the year who is alive now for them,
And here it is vanishing away.

What a strange night it is!
Absorbed in the convulsions of future and past,
Such are the spectacles where we see the same colour,
Now a bud and then a flower,
And there are such moments as they seem,
Now a river and then a bridge across.

Written by Amjad Islam Amjad
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar