Wilderness Of Probability Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

The sun has not yet set down,
In the channels of my gloominess,
The blood of intimacies is yet running;
In the tassels of my desire,
The flickering sunlight of yours is yet nestling.

In waves of the river,
The specks of gushing, humming,
And dancing night yet remain behind,
From the dreams of oneness,
Some reality has not yet been known,
Torrents of the monsoon have not yet been
Poured down upon the lawn and lanes.

The lights of hotness
Of the season of frost haven’t yet doused,
The desires have just extended a little,
Their feet out of the warm shawl,
Just now the flowers have costumed themselves
With the splendid dress of fragrance,
The water of stream has to yet flow
To the sea unresisting.

There is yet a symphony of wakefulness
In wilderness of the demand,
There yet burns some fire in the brazier of body,
The shadows before the sun set yet call me
On the porch of your existence,
And lend my lasting passions feather and flight.

If you come just now,
The prediction of intimacy will dance
In such a way as my comfort will become
A shadow of your delight.
The sun has not yet set down, the hopes
Yet rustle in the wilderness of probability,
The beams of my dream of love shimmer
In reality of your closeness.

I confess, it is hustle bustle of my departure,
But in the wilderness of probability,
The sun has not yet set down,
The glowworms of your shining dust
Yet glimmer in the eyes of my desire
For both of the bodies
Have not yet paid off the loan of night.

Written by Ronaq Hayyat
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar