Millennium To Millennium Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Bearing the corpse of clear sunny day,
Upon the shoulder when I went out,
Alone I was, no one accompanied me,
But some shadows,
Walked along swaying in ecstatic mood,
But some beams,
Accompanied with lashes moisty wet,
But some tears,
That blurred the sights,
But some drops,
The sun whom missed a lot,
But some memories,
Whom upon grew green guinea-grass,
But some moments,
Who riding on the train of centuries,
Jogged place to place, spot to spot.

But some shadows,
Walked along swaying in ecstatic mood.