My Caravan Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

I have thought,
If my half-travelled journey
Becomes successful,
Sitting somewhere,
I shall unburden my exhaustion.
I shall look for the lake of contentment,
I shall soak the rose-petals,
And place them upon the eyes.
In case I find some coins,
While walking on the way,
I shall consume thinking them a blessing.
My hands are perforated,
I shall spend all seasons by stopping over,
Listening to the sounds coming across,
And then my caravan:
I, my heart and my shadow
Will dance and dance in the shower of rain.

Written By Sumaira Baqra
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar