The Painted Figure Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Look! Who stands forlorn,
Absorbed, staring into the vacancy,
Of spheres with tearful eyes,
That blur the whole world,
Making all hazy, foggy.

The waves of the perturbed ocean,
Touch her bare soft feet,
With the designs of Hina,
She seems combating,
In the perplexity of emotions,
Engrossed like a painted figure,
Or pedestalled statue,
Protests against the foul game,
Finding no harbouring resort,
Twisting the end of her Anchal,
Wishes her hasty departure.