Madness Or Faithfulness Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Every evening in front the mirror,
She sits to adorn herself
With faith and light of hope in the eyes.
A strange happiness spreads over her face,
She combs, braids her hair in the latest fashion,
Powders her face and neck, applies Kajal to the eyes,
Pastes a thin layer of lipstick with faint rosy colour,
Then her sober beauty begins to shine.

She often stands engrossed in the open door,
And listens to the footsteps of each passerby,
Looking into the vacancy she waits for her husband
Who went long ago in the second eve of the wedding
To defend boundaries of the country,
And laid down his life with all colourful hopes.

It is madness or too faithfulness,
She has cherished a belief that he will return,
That is why she reiterates, rehearses the same activity,
And every evening adorns herself
Waits long, and goes to the bed with a new burn,
But her parted, lost companion does not return.