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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464392" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Am Confronting A Tragedy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In my city, <br>The trade of epitaphs <br>Is in full swing; <br>My people have forsaken, <br>The days, month and years, <br>Here only anniversaries of explosions <br>Are celebrated.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My poets<br>In front of the cakes of anniversaries, <br>Bend and bow themselves. <br>When standing afar I curse <br>On their reciting of panegyrics, <br>The folk begin to tear <br>Into rags my dress amid the bazaar; <br>And I cover my body<br>With the leaves of my words, and then<br>The world seems to me naked like a nude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am confronting a tragedy, <br>In front of which <br>My poetry is helpless, without extremities, <br>The sycophant poets, <br>Have got fixed horns with their couplets, <br>And their hands are encroaching, <br>The breast of poetry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am engrossed in the lost relations, <br>My hearing goes though the pangs <br>Of pollutions of creativity.<br>Ah! I behold darkness descending <br>Into radiance of the milky day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Written by Jawaaz Jafri Translated by Muhammad Shanazar)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Muhammad+Shanazar">Muhammad Shanazar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464392" data-title="I Am Confronting A Tragedy de Muhammad Shanazar" data-description="In my city, The trade of epitaphs Is in full swing; My people have forsaken, The days, month and years, Here only anniversaries of explosions Are celebrated. My poets In front of the cakes of anniversaries, Bend and bow themselves. When s..."></div> </div> </div>
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