Poetry

These reddish patches on your grave, These frightening waves piercing my ears Tell me the fury of your pious blood, Trying to gush out and speak to the world. The uproar and turmoil in the universe ...

Despair belies hope; Suspense negating wish; Silence stifling sigh; No echo of the cry.                                   Dreams a hallucination;                                   Memory darkened yore.                                   Green glen is barren;                                   Listless incoherent ...

Translation by M. Shahid Alam The world changes utterly: the stars spin faster, O Saqi. In every heart I hear the cry of surrender, O Saqi. God's journeymen have lost their arts, their certainty. Whose artifice ...