While I strolled across the moonlit lane
I pondered the thing wistfully again
Perhaps tonight I’ll find the answer at last
To the question which clenched my heart so fast
In this fugacious world of passing
Is there no being worth everlasting
Everything residing is transient
No formation here is permanent
Many people come, live and then go to the grave
Which ironically is there eternal resting place
Not only the beings but anything of material
Goes forever into the pit of immaterial
The sun comes up, the moon goes down
But at night it has to leave the crown
At night the brightly stars which existed
At dawn it seems they never persisted
Alexander, Arthur and the pharaoh of Egypt
All have perished into the hollows of crypt
Then why do today the people are so brutal?
While knowing tomorrow the grave will be more cruel
Why is there so scorn hatred everywhere?
Alas! I don’t see eternal love anywhere
Though a mother dies as she lived never
Love to her child remains forever
Though the person I loved has gone to sepulcher without word
But he will always remain in my heart with vociferized love
Ah! Yousaf why don’t these fools grasp the notion
That Love is the only everlasting formation
THERE IS NO END TO LOVE
(10th Aug 2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem