<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464393" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Am Faithful To The Earth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Listen! <br>There grows a magic, <br>In the farms of my eyes, <br>Of curiosity of the alien directions.<br>There descends, <br>The food on my ears of unheard sounds, <br>And my feet have to stamp their prints <br>On the un-ravished dust <br>Of some un-reflected planet. <br>My nose is alive with an urge <br>To inhale fragrance of some alien soil, <br>And tongue is fasting with a yearn <br>To taste the dithering juicy fruit <br>Of shadowy trees rooted in the fertile soil<br>Of some unexplored planet.<br> <br>From the Earth to space, I have to lay <br>A network of the radiant routes.<br>I have come to you after dowelling <br>My defiant horse of brilliance; <br>And placing my feet in its poppers<br>To ride on its saddled back is my dream; <br>I know that often dreams grow <br>On the tassels of impossibilities.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have to scatter the seed of life, <br>In the celestial regions of the universe, <br>Sitting on the horse of brilliance, <br>For life is unaided and in the claws of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am faithful to the Earth <br>O! My beloved speak, <br>“Would you accompany me? ”<br> <br>(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=464393" data-title="I Am Faithful To The Earth de Muhammad Shanazar" data-description="Listen! There grows a magic, In the farms of my eyes, Of curiosity of the alien directions. There descends, The food on my ears of unheard sounds, And my feet have to stamp their prints On the un-ravished dust Of some un-reflected planet. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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