Many a time my well-wishers opined that
I have a very bright future before me−
That is, through sinful earning,
My heart is stupefied : mute with pain
Like the lotus-bud mum in the chilly night,
Like the lonely bird no more returning to its nest alone;
Likewise my mind no more seeks freedom in speech.
I don't know how many black curtains had to be raised to bring this morning.
The green leaves shiver in the orange grove.
The seven seas' tide has brought foam on your door-steps.
O Sailor of the seven seas, see, your ship calls at your door,
Time - eternal, still. Only the fleeting moments
Swift restless like the wag-tail visit the sea-shore
In the strong tide just like the seasonal birds
And fill the earth with a spectrum-white yellow and blue.
From the impervious dark night's portal
Comes the magpie robin's whistle,
The day's last sun-rays burn wonderfully
On the evening sand,
When will the night end, punjeri?
Still your sky overcast with cloud?
Your star and crescent moon not yet up?
You on mast and, row blindfold;
On one side at the corner of the broad street
Where dust had no place on black shining pitch
Lies a dead body flat on earth;
The evening crowd never took notice of that.
Dahuk's cooing all through the night...
This hamlet is sleeping like a deep silent pond.
I am awake alone in this long night.
Keep aside the game of deception,
When I heard that even the sun has death,
And numerous celestial spheres' fate lies in death,
That very moment I realized this sky is full of mystery;
That very moment I thought this life a moment's song.