Listen,
Sometimes,
To the tale of seasons,
Seasons sleeping on the dumb rocks,
Inhabited with the trees,
Beyond boundaries of dream
And sleep departed from the eyes,
While sinking down into the depth of waterfalls,
Sometime adorn in desertedness of the eyes
Lonesomeness of the sights,
The dry wounds of separation will become fresh again
Written by Ayub Khawar
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we can not forget the pangs of separation, it often revives our mind, beautiful poem, you write very well, i enjoy your poem, thanks for sharing