Who may reveal mystery of the stars, moon and light
from the curtain he controls philosophers say
men bow to worship the cow, cross and clay
and in this quarrel often they are in battle array.
Dawn fires arrows of light on the face of earth
man stares knowing nothing like a baby to blame
lips play across the milky surrounding of the necklace
O, heaven whips hunter of the fate around the game.
Not only the prominence of beauty and knowledge, but
is awarded with discipline among the creatures around
those who standby the truth upto the last
may Lord provide of them a few to win the ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey Mohammad! This poem is really, really good! Keep up the good work and love the description here! Good day Dona