Sleeplessness Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

My creaking dreams
On the cot of palm braided leaves,
Overwrapped in the shawl of reality,
Have been conversing
The whole night to Darkness.

The exhausted voices are dying down,
The routes are annoyed at the steps,
The roads are silent,
The bazars melancholic, the crosses,
The streets all are nervous,
Pungent smell of rubbish
Prevailing around the city
Is entering through pours,
And each perfume of makeup,
Floating over the humming mosquitoes,
Is dissolving in the ducts of minds

It seems tonight too
Sleep will remain away,
The night lamenting on its helplessness
Will pass on, in the same mode,
It will leave behind on the creaking dreams,
A few eruptions for the feeble conscience
Of the city, they will pop up again
At the night of tomorrow
Before galaxy will appear in the sky.

Written by Jagdish Prakash
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar