Time Will Warble Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

The streets beckon me,
Display me the same sights,
The heads bent on the sills,
The same motionless puppets,
And sewn lips, hand like stones,
Someone calls me aloud,
Now from the earth… then from the sky,
He is sitting somewhere inside,
Gestures of whose eyebrows,
Will change the sights,
Will redirect gusts of the gale,
Will amputate hands of the slayers,
The dark night will weep and wail,
Radiant day will smile,
That moment will spread,
Time will warble,
In you and in me too if you acclaim.

Written By Farheen Chaudhry
Translated By Muhammad Shanazar