Cyclonic Fury Of Time Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

What a strange monstrous
Mountain-like python
Has crept into the city!
It is creeping ahead devouring everything,
Even swallowing all books,
Instructing the hearts righteousness,
And teaching
The conscience principles of sacrifice.
Wherever it finds life breathing,
At the same spot spurts forth fire in profusion,
The colours of voice,
The heavenly dancing butterflies of touch and taste,
Accompanying smattering fragrance,
Are breathless.
From inwards horror, from outwards terror,
The paths from homes to offices,
Schools, factories, markets and hospitals
Have become routes of the forest; how should
Love come out for a sojourn when prayers are
Appalled at going to the mosques.
There move through the whole network
Of veins, contents of blue poison,
Who knows how many times is tingled
The existence of peace.
At the moment of departure,
Mucus flows out from the mouth of Justice:
Shivering, tumbling, exasperating
And panting for breaths who has distributed
Essence of life for ages. The alive traditions
That flowed like transparent water
Between both of the banks, it has gulped down;
The tops of growing splendour,
All signs of recognition,
All could not save themselves from its fatal,
Blood-spattered jaws. Each standard
And each pride is in the disastrous grip
Of the monster: lasting Callousness
Of the generations which too is in
The squeezing claws of Cyclonic Fury of Time.

Written By Jalil Aali
Translated By Muhammad Shanazar