When I am preoccupied with nothing in particular, rather with misdeed;
I don't think much, what I was or what I am going to be in future, indeed.
Weaving the net of fascination in the blackboard of my vision,
the fatal desires keep sucking on the young blood with vampire's precision..
Quite knowingly I am moving, with every step I take,
toward the bottom pit that we must avoid for our own sake.
Right then I wake up at the commanding Azan from far,
God is the greatest! Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!
Whether I understand it or not, yet in my heart
a deep feeling of bewilderment keeps me restless and agitated in part.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem