Muhammd Hameed Shahid
Two O'Clock At Night - Poem by Muhammd Hameed Shahid
TWO O'CLOCK AT NIGHT
Muhammad Hameed Shahid
O my friend!
Thus you prayed
At one o'clock midnight:
'O my Lord!
Enable me to compose
A few beautiful verses
That may substantiate
I am not a base person,
I do not belong to the people
Whom I abhour.'
And now that it is two o'clock midnight,
Exhausted by the futile yearning of slumber,
I raise my hand for
A queer invocation...
Indeed I wish not to write verses
Which may exalt me in my eyes,
Nor do I bear malice to anyone
To raze to the ground his body
In order to raise my body's edifice.
A pallid bulb throws its pale light within,
Without starks darkness
With yawning mouth,
This haggard light and wanton night
Stand between me and my slumber,
Dividing me half and half...
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