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In Memory Of The Bygone Days

Who knows more than the ocean
Sorrows of the seashores,
We are travelers,
Friendship of the wind and sail has cut
Routes upon the harsh surface,
And the birds tell us about other islands
Soil of which resembles a word of promise
Acquainted to the time
That shall have to pass through
The pang of descending
From the palanquin of yearning eyes.

If by mistake we desire to see
To the seashore,
You must be aware of the mystery,
Invisible wall of waters upon waters
Begins to upsurge,
Worthless fatigue of the bygone age
Begins to swell like a sea,
In each drop of blood,
In hallucination of the sight,
Death and bouquet of flowers begin to glow,
In glow of the lamp of condolence,

But O! My heart,
Who knows the sea in which we journey,
In its violent waves,
Beyond isthmuses of mine and yours,
Surges another ocean!

Written by Ayub Khawar
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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