The Hazy Corneas Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

O! God, what will become of the world,
Its each nook and corner smokes,
With the stench of burnt blood,
And reek of the decomposing flesh.
The blue sky is blue no more,
And the stars do not show themselves
In the costume of original radiance.

Minds of the leading heads of humanity
Are confounded, confused and befuddled,
They work with the muffled hearts,
Subdued by selfishness.
Fogs of pride, jealousy and bigotry
Have spread in front of them in layers
And blur the spectrums of the whole world;
They move on with the eyes
With the hazy corneas, perplexing the visions.