The Last Piece Of The Twentieth Century Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Incorporate it in the new books too,
That the whole previous journey,
Was travelled on the burning sand,
And in the scorching sweating sun.
Mortality dwelled in the shade,
And the poisonous flavours in the fruit.
The airs granted us thirst,
And the soil imparted us appetite.

We powdered the countenances with ashes,
Of our ruined houses,
So that they might become the evidence,
Of justified argument of our entities.

Incorporate in the books new times,
That each page of the previous tale,
Emitted nothing but the scent of blood.
The sentences were devoid of loyalties,
And the truth dispatched to the unknown zones.

Incorporate it in the books of new times,
That our mothers bore the children,
Camphored with horror,
And the boiling stones in the pots,
Remained uncooked since centuries.