Dirge Of A Bleak Pauper Poem by Shaikh Mahmud

I feel as if my soul is lost between the lines of solitude and despair,

And my heart wandering between the turbulent thoughts of my mind

I feel to cover my entity with a mask and hide its gloom,

It has given up on the prevalence of hope.

I feel leaps of burden carrying on my unconscious breast.

And the masses of guilt burring me deeper shroudless inside the tomb of repentance

Oh! Is there a sacred being; is there a nightingale to this darkness

Or there not left any whine for this hermit…

Oh Lord of the seven skies, enlighten me the ally towards such vicinity.

Where any deception shall nay exist,

Where any illusion shall nay exist, and where any blasphemous shall nay exist,

And where only probity prevail