A Cry Yet Remains Behind Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

You went across the seven seas,
It seems as if several centuries have elapsed.
The seasons of union came and went away,
But all tired, exhausted.
Behind you I became a victim of daggering tongues,
The relations also made me feeble and frail,
The long dark nights of separation
Made me powerless too.
The wounds of experience were dungeon deep,
No physician could heal, restore them back.
There had been hefty spectacles of a dream,
When it broke nothing was beside;
It had been better we should not have survived,
Our existence did not match our beings.
Ask me not what happened in this episode,
What listened to and what I endured,
Founts of water gurgled from the eyes for several years;
The walls of breast even now often quake,
It seems as if they are saying,
“Peep into the inner part of your Self
A cry yet remains behind to be uttered.”