O King Lear, what a senility!
You were the king of Paradise;
Whimsically you quit the throne-
Thus affection and love got victorious.
The true speech of Cordelia
Couldn’t get any room into your heart;
Got room there only the sweet poison-word
And the deceit of Regan and Goneril.
At last, you could realize
Man’s ears listen much wrong;
Which tastes sweet to the foolish ears
Bring terrible consequence.
‘O obstinate mind, forget luxury;
May truth dawn on you,
Though that truth tastes sour;
Lie brings only the disaster.’
Saying this, you sigh now
And say, ‘All blame goes to fate! ‘
You who were an eagle have become now
A broken winged crane that cannot fly.
All are mad for throne.
For the throne, man slaughters man.
Man becomes wild and ferocious
Like Hyena, for this throne!
Only what a senile you became,
You wanted to quit the throne!
What the fatigue came upon you,
You became so faint-hearted!
Having lost the power, you could realize
(If you, Lear, realized earlier!)
If power gone, nobody comes more to tread
The shade, may be daughter, son or wife.
Everyone is busy with oneself;
Many come to soothe our minds
With fake loud love; True love
Doesn’t possess sweet language of poetry;
True love doesn’t get tune in cuckoo’s song
As if it were a pearl hidden into an oyster;
But the romantic kings are very fond of
The false nectar covered by sweetness.
Copyist: Shish Mohammad
