Another Year Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Another year has come who knows where from,
And what stock has it brought,
A few pleasures but a heap of sorrows,
A network of troubles, fluctuations of hope.
Right! Ask Time what tidings It has brought,
Whether we may get a little pure water,
Clean air and a dream-house
In a beloved village of emotions.
We may get these all but how should I find the route,
And whom should I ask for to show the path,
Some say a few steps afar is the destination,
Some misinform. If my heart beats gruffly
And then halts where I should repose.
Why shouldn't I standing on the roof, early in the morn
Write with finger on the blue heart of the sky,
"O! Great God, Graceful God,
You are the Great Spirit ruling the Cosmos
And both of the worlds, here and hereafter,
You are The First and the Last,
Everything is to perish, but You are to remain behind,
With your Grace and superfluous Kindness,
Now support them all who are about to tumble."

Written By Sumaira Baqra
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar