Things Speak Poem by Shaikh Ayaz

Can you hear?
Things speak.
This is the tanbooro on which Bittai played,
From its strings bloomed flowers,
Showering their fragrance on all.

This is the spindle-wheel
which Kabir spun
And the entire land was woven
into its texture.

This is the rope with which Nana Sabhib was bung
and which still swings
Waiting for goodness knows
who else's head.

You are trying to make sense of my poetry,
Listen
In history's museum
Things speak.

Translator: Faruukhi & Pirzado