The Dividing Line Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Come on for no spectacle changed
In my city of love;
Where there had been the shops of books,
At the spot where
Meetings took place every day,
And the wounds of love were darned
By the pretty hands with the good wishes,
And on the branch of heart
The flowers of love blossomed and bloomed,
The gusts of fragrance embracing you
Loitered around,
Where we both sang the melodious songs of love,
We hummed each second,
Each moment, and day and night,
At the same location at the restaurants,
The men of letters and scholars
Talked about the philosophy of life,
All bitterness changed into sweet expression.

My city till now has been such an Eden
As it remained a harbinger of lights
In darkness of nights,
But in the dormant city,
I have dreamt a dream tonight
That at those all venues of love,
Where gusts of fragrance embracing you
Loitered around,
At the same dormant Eden
Some billionaire drew a dividing line;
At the spot where meetings took place every day,
And all bitterness changed into sweet expression,
There instead of the sacred spots,
The business of interest flourishes,
Where gusts of fragrance embracing you
Loitered around,
At the same spot stands
An elegant building of a commercial bank.

Written by Ronaq Hayat
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar