On The Iceland Of Purgatory Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

The waves were beheaded,
The shore was annoyed to,
In the whirlpool of loneliness,
The oars got lost,
My happiness grew worn-out,
I had only one hope
Merging, emerging,
I know not which was the wave,
That showed me an Iceland,
Then leapt lightening,
And I beheld ahead,
Footprints of someone too
That there already had been printed,
I thought to return,
But when I looked behind…I witnessed,
Ah! What I witnessed,
My boat was burnt.

Written By Farheen Chaudhry
Translated By Muhammad Shanazar