An Astrologer Poem by Muhammad Shanazar
An Astrologer
He sat beside the road,
And was busy in telling the people,
What fates have been ordained,
I impulsively stopped beside him,
And inquired,
“What fortune is you own,
Do you know? ”
He became distressed,
Then he composed himself
And responded,
“Lo! How deep is creased
The line of swindling at my palm.”
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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