Time Poem by Amir Khosro Alai

Time: current, intangible, dimension, is a might,
Measured by turning around or the speed of light,

Time brings birth and time brings death,
Time brings maturity, time brings faith,

Time brings the truth and reveals the lies,
Removes the masks and faces in disguise,

Time sets the start and time is the end,
It forms our lives and shapes the trend,

Time calls for me, waving the end is near,
Anticipating death, no regrets, no fear,

Look back to life and wonder where,
The darlings we love and always care,

Some gone somewhere and some yet there,
On the edge to depart; should that be fair,

The beauties are fashioned to finally cease,
Bloom of a flower bears not a fatal breeze,

Charming faces shriveled to wilt,
Mighty bodies enforced to kneelt,

Nothing is to last, naught to persist,
While my heart is yearning farther to exist,

When the last curtain closes the act,
Another opens, merrily, that is a fact,