The Melancholy Journey Poem by Shaikh Mahmud

No sign of a blush, no stir in the air, in the solitary,
The man was still as he could be in the dark vicinity.

He flew from his heaven but received no further motion,
As the keel gets steady in the vast ocean.

Without either sign or sound of at least a bug,
Only what he could do was just shrug.

So gradually, he rose but suddenly fell,
Down went his every jewel.

Crawling the moved for any sound of a nightingale,
But the poor were waited by a violent gale.

He was swung & thrown onto the plank at the rageful waves,
He took fright & cried but around he could see was just the land of graves.

Paltry was then taken among rocks and caverns,
He started proclaiming-but now it was unavailing.

Then, he came across the tremorous scene of sheen,
Trembling, he went towards the Supreme Being.

Oh God! Pardon, pleaded the human being,
All his proclaiming & roaring so ended in mourning.

He was made to vail because it was all in vain,
Indeed it_ a melancholy of his vainglory.