The Earth Of Prophets Burns Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Before the birth
Of days, months and years,
When the space was empty,
And boundless nothingness prevailed;
Who knows how long
God might have considered
And reconsidered plan of the universe:
Fair earth, suns, stars and moons,
How long He might have thought
For creation of the crown creature,
How He would have been proud
Of the Fairest Being,
Whom for He sent prophets and saints
To instruct and impart
His heavenly wisdom;
But Lo! How the Earth sometimes burns,
And sometimes takes bath with blood:
The most sacred substance
Of the universe,
How explosives are exploded
On the planet, the same planet where
Christ and Muhammad,
(Peace be upon the both)
Ambled with the Holy Books
Transmitting the celestial message
Of peace, love and harmony.