Bestow Us A Mirror Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

(On The Day of Freedom)

When this day,
Takes birth from the sacred fog of the dawn,
The lashes shudder;
The sights awake when they listen,
To the rustle of the light in the wings of Darkness,
The drunkenness of the bygone night,
Shatters like the rings of chain,
And then from the deep dark chambers,
Of heart voice comes out as if someone says,
“Search for your own mirror
Where you have forgotten it.”
But all wrapping themselves in shawls,
Of lonesomeness stand silent,
And wait for inscription of destiny

O! God,
A dawn of freedom was blossomed,
Like sun flower,
In the shadow of which we all wished,
To blossom with our own fragrance,
And we headed in the journey
With an urge to blossom,
But who knows,
When our feet departed,
From the path of our own soil,
When the mirror fell from our hands,
And passed though agony of shattering into pieces,
When our eyes became dormant,
While being awake,
How someone should say,
All stand silent holding their breath,
And the truth of the sacred book of entity,
Had never been so easy to be expressed.

O! God of sacred land,
Bless us a mirror,
That we place before us,
Reflects all colours of your divine majesty,
Usher a dazzling morning,
From the wings of darkness,
Spent picking choice dreams,
A morning, when lift its eye-brows,
Turns the land into a field of sunflowers.

Written by Ayub Khawar
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar