A Wall Of Mist Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

There where the grey morns,
In the peaceful environs,
Wove the dream of lovely life,
At the same spot,
From the pleasant evening
To the molten night of pangs,
Your beloved delicacies talked to me
In such a tone as beyond the mountains,
The sun talks moment by moment,
To the beautiful waves of the sea.

There on the branch of felicitous heart,
Sparrows on the swings of fairies,
Heaving darts sometime short
And sometime long, tweeted the songs of love.
While listening to the tone of those songs,
From your pretty cheeks,
The caravans of flowers pilfered clours.
At the same spot where
At the night of lonesomeness,
Your exquisite looks sang
To my heart and soul the song of oneness,
And intoxicating wind,
Taking fragrance of the fresh roses,
Revealed glazy scriptures of the lasting love
On the beams of my body.
Then pinching countless cheerful perfumes,
You placed your glimmering hands upon mine,
You placed in front of you my festooned
Days and nights.

Now at the same spot my misery makes me weep
And I shed the tears of blood,
For in drowsiness I beheld a wall of mist
Between you and me,
And behind that wall,
From my bygone times to the shattered dream,
From my past hopes to the blossomed evenings,
The melancholic spectacles spread
In such away as the dressless trees in the autumn
Steal looks from one another.

From here to the farthest end,
My seeing eyes see no spectacle,
They on the branch of my insight,
Like a deserted temple are a continuity
Of moments with no history.
What to talk about a beam of light
From the brilliant foreheads
Of the sun and the moon,
When these eyes do not get even
A grain of a shooting star.
Only whereto the sight goes,
Thereto inhabited is the world of helplessness,
And at the same spot, behind the wall of mist
Is settled the world of my desire.

Written by Ronaq Hayat
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar