How many faces have been sunk under the fathomless depth of Time!
How many countries and nations drowned eternally into the ocean
Of oblivion! How many warriors occupying how many states
Became overjoyed with the festival of victory- No more are their names
Uttered anywhere! How many letters on the page of Time
Have been rubbed out as if they were written with chaulk!
How many sorrows and how many pleasures have got mixed with each other!
All the flowers are in the dustbin; the flower- basket is lying blank!
The leaves of trees are trembling in the fear of falling off;
Pouring down my heart, the poems I have composed-
Whether they will last in the minds of future generation,
My mind jumps and brags in that tension like the cut walking fish on the pan!
Will anybody read with wet eyes in the reddened evening
The verses I have composed at dawn?
