Muhammad Shanazar Poems

Nothing it is,
The mirror, the moon, the decanter,
All are empty,
The page of heart has lost reverence of the words
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O! Life see,
How we are sitting at your threshold,
Having in hands
A begging-bowl of prudence,
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(Attributed to my own wife)
The eyes that I feel
Like delicate colours of the butterflies,
Caressing me get themselves
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O! My enemy,
There was no route to reach you,
The wastelands of my eyes and heart
In the deep silences,
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If you desire to have a glance
At my plight,
Then peep into your own eyes.
We who have been living since ages,
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Dreams are very stubborn,
They perch on the threshold of
Burning lashes of my eyes,
In the grip of heart only whims pulsate,
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Let the heart of dream be revealed,
Just as drunkenness reveals upon
The quivering lashes of the eyes sunken in love,
As in the shut books,
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There exists no direction,
Now,
Possibility of the journey is the dream of green sleep.
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Take care of your eyes,
For there remain many calamities yet behind,
Dreams remain yet behind,
Chill of the season has stung the roses,
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The season hasn’t yet returned,
We shall have to wait for a while,
We have to yet seek a pretense,
To continue breathing in the shadow
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