A Prayer In The Morn Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

O Mother Light!
Open thy breast,
Dispense to me all blessings
Sprung out of thy chest,
And sprinkle upon my grief-stricken,
Fire emitting eyes.
Come near to embrace me,
Nullify haziness enfolding
Me from all sides around.

Around my feet are chains
Of centuries of the desert journey,
In the breach from nonexistence
To the state of existence I remained alone.
All around me, on my soul and body,
Lays a heap of blunt swords of questions.
I resemble boiling poison, red hot copper,
My each moment is nothing
Except extending unbounded circles.
I am sand of the wilderness,
Flying all times orison to orison.

Come near to embrace me,
Enclose me from all sides
In the rings of thy milky arms
And soft hands,
Make me successful in the calamity
Of doubts conflicting
In the battlefield for “to be or not to be.”

Hide my face amid thy pulsating breasts
Disclose what is hidden,
Divulge to me the mysteries,
Make my task easier,
Make my thoughts, my words
Remedies for all ages to come,
Impart me the secret of intelligence,
Make me know what is unknown,
And bestow me
The power to subjugate the Word.

Written by Dr. Sarwar Kamran
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar