Be Heeded Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

My love! Then you have decided,
That it is apposite to flatten
The craving of destination,
The world desires it too,
And the life goes on in the same mode.

Listen! To grumble against the world
Has become an old practice,
You solicit to your heart too
That what does it intend.
The world has not snatched yet from you
The hope of destination,
Tomorrow it will persuade you
To renounce the route of life;
It will say to you to scratch out
Your eyes from their sockets.
The world will persuade you
To search for pulsation in the idols;
Then what will you do?

Suppose it will not be said to you,
Just you will be convinced,
It is useless to breathe,
And you forget the whole endeavour;
Speak! Will you kill your breathing?

Listen! To grumble against the world
Has become an old practice;
You will look like the veteran,
Who at the moment of a combat thinks
That he remembers all tactics to fight,
And has brought all weapons of need,
But he has forgotten in haste
His valour at home.
Be heeded my love!
The pedestal of life
Is commitment to destination,
In case you lose it how will you survive?

By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar