Difficult was the way to the mountain,
As I could not climb, I joined the immortal braves,
And I dived in the restless streams of a hot fountain,
I left myself on the mercy of the violent waves,
My mother kissed my forehead and sang,
My son will be cause of another big bang.
I see in my son the glimpses of Godly love,
He is evolving simultaneously in a fish and in a bird,
A swimming dolphin as well as a flying dove,
I know he will be tortured being the third!
But he will come again to write a love story,
On the top of the mountain you'll see its glory.
(That's what I learned from the life of Holy Jesus Christ)
A beautifully inspired poem Sir Akhtar ji. Wonderful execution.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A magnificent write full of wisdom. ''He will come again to write a love story, on the top of the mountain, you will see its glory.'' Beautiful lines of a great poem. Well executed write.10