The Greatest Attribute Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

O! People scattered the Earth,
Depressed and sad,
Come near,
In the circles of my voices,
For the dew of my tone,
Hands of my words,
And consolation of my sentences
Are only for your troubled hearts.

In those days when I had been
The resounding wind, I was mingled
Mixed in shades and colours,
Physical existence and voices.

On the land of love, hate and faith,
I went through each village, city
And town, smashing my head against
The black walls of hypocrisy.
It had been distance between
Me and the arms of cosmos
When I got myself molten
In the long journey of search
My existence transformed into word.

O! People,
Depressed and sad,
I am a word, a shadow and comfort
The point where end all carnal supports
For your existence I am a silky hand
Placed upon your shoulders.

One that you will not have
Though you claim to have,
I am well-acquainted
With the same perpetual moment.

O! People,
Depressed and sad,
Though you reside in the skies,
You will remain calamitous,
Though you bring out treasures
From bottoms of the seven seas,
You will remain ill-fated.
You will remain enemies of yourselves,
Though you attain great victories.
Justification in justification,
Hatred sprawling on life,
Make you shed tears of blood.

When the past events revisit minds
Against your willingness,
And sometimes pangs of lonesomeness
Torment you a lot then whimper
My own couplets,
This Greatest Attribute I have kept
Only for you and your hard times.