Sound Of The Dome Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Silence is concealed in the nucleus of sound,
Dejection is absorbed in the nucleus of silence,
Heart-beat is tangled in the same dejection,
And my heart-beat is an assembly-house of incidents,
I stand all alone there to wait for a moment,
Everything of which is imprisoned
In circling dates of the calendar.

Listening to the broken breathing sounds,
I just look at the quavering curtains;
Standing at doors of the assembly-house,
Look at the unceasing dance of Loneliness,
And listen to the increasing tremour of silences;
In a hope perhaps you too holding a finger of Silence,
Might partake at this spot of my unrequited desires,
Where now an isolated bird of sounds,
From this dome to that one
Soars away and then comes back,
In search of a moment again which is not yet buried,
Beneath the dates of this calendar.

Written by Jagdish Prakash (India)
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar (Pakistan)