Blessed Forgiveness Poem by Mustofa Munir

When the clock of civilization has
Lost its sense of time,
To my friends I offered warmth,
Blessed forgiveness to my enemies,
And a courageous heart I borrowed
From a streak of light to harbor your joyful outburst!

Half sleepy, half awakened was your adolescence,
The colorful dawn of your life was about to spread,
O the reticent!
In profound admiration you had spoken out—
‘What a graceful! ' ‘Graceful! '
The universe woke up with that archaic word,
Drifted along with your breaths that
Primordial solemn word in the air!