Muhammad Shanazar Poems

The cold winds,
Swishingly blowing,
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Awake lass!
Move around the spinning wheel,
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The dreams and the roses,
The tears and the rivers,
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Out of the heap of smoldering ashes,
An old woman with the moisty lashes,
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Gabriel finished His task of conveying,
The divine massages,
To the selected men of God;
Michael is still busy to perform,
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Ere the weapons,
Dispose us all, we should
Dispose the weapons.
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Quintessence of radiance in the days utter of dark,
Unparallel among the guides, fairly upto the mark,
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See my love!
You said me, “Go on lucky.”
And I went on,
I did not remember you,
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In the despised season,
In the dripping drops of blood,
Only awakens sadness.
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I have to say something,
When you depart, go afar from me,
A dark shawl of depression
From somewhere,
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