To The Bees Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

O! Little Bees,
You are regarded,
The little flying insects,
Devoid of common sense,
And guiding wisdom.
But I see vividly,
The hidden secrets
Of harmonious life.

All the time harnessed,
To the work assigned,
Some are employed to fetch,
The essence of perfumed flowers,
And some defend the hive,
Raiding upon the intruders,
While the others breed the young,
To enlarge the kingdom.

All selfless, sincere and loyal,
Compassionate in composing,
The lives of one another.
Unaware to the dispersing scissors,
Of disgust, hate and malice,
Colour, caste and race.
The queen bee administers,
Equally the whole swarm,
With just laws against disparity,
And punishes the felon at the spot.

O! Little Bees,
You are not anxious,
At being multiplied in numbers,
As each possesses,
Wings, mind and mouth,
Testifies fate and chance,
And believes in the world of God,
Is not too narrow to sustain.

You have the joy of life combined,
Your harmonious faith and discipline,
And sweet produce are nourishing,
To both depraved body and soul.

Remedy of the deep wounds,
And distress of humanity,
Caused by ferocious rivals,
Anarchy, disputes and carnage,
Lies only in the decent modes,
Of the bees, the little flying insects,
Devoid of common sense,
And guiding wisdom.