I Pray For Thee Poem by Nuzhat Fatima

Waketh now! O frail human;
yearning is a delusion, darkness real!
Thy cherished desire be lost in dark;
By Heaven, no dream, thus far hast come true.

Wherefore thou art distraught with grief;
such is the disguise of the masqued world.
The audience boweth only if charmed;
for the theatre be empty if the joker is grim.

I fear thou hast be standing by thyself;
the shadow will sever all ties in gloom.
Pray Pardon! Rip thy heart not in kindness;
for none will tend thine when beset with sorrow.

God knoweth why! Thou shalt not find an ally;
waiteth not, rise on thee pes and mend thy soul.
Whilst, I pray for thee...
Waketh now! O frail fellow;
world is a delusion, self real!