I Have To Seek Out Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

I have to seek out yet,
A star out of
The assortment of dried leaves,
The same star that loosened once,
From the hands of God,
Its dazzle pierced the heart of darkness,
In such way as the blind startled,
The seers became horrified too,
Lest their squatness be revealed,
All assembled together who once grappled,
And conversed, "Pestle with the stones,
Or sink in the ocean of blackness,
Devise some method, some mode
To change in some way o other."
Those pigmies were not the chums of dread,
But enemies of the rustling sound,
Now I have to seek out,
In the forest of thick trees,
Amid the assortment of dried leaves,
The same star that loosened once,
From the hands of God.

Written By Farheen Chaudhry
Translated By Muhammad Shanazar