<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464541" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Complaining Cries</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gushing blows of the future wind, <br>Bring echoes of the distant voices, <br>Complaining Cries of the descendants, <br>Against muddling refined pure nature, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wailings disturb my sleep at night, <br>As the ghosts haunt one in dreams, <br>Bring the dews of anguish on the forehead<br>And make me old ere the age ripe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Oh! Fathers, grandfathers, forefathers, <br>What heritance we have been bestowed? <br>Is it a world, God made a thing fair, <br>Where find we drab treeless mountains, <br>And clouds dropp black sooty rains, <br>Waters all around and underneath, <br>Pungent, too smelly, hard to take, <br>Futile lands, eroded seas, smoky spheres, <br>And singed surface remind us Inferno? ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Ah! Cool breeze, snow clad peaks, <br>White flakes of clouds, starry nights, <br>Glimmering lakes with the shadow of moon, <br>Smokeless airs, clear trickling founts, <br>Spectacles of covered green hills, <br>Sweet songs of the birds melodious, <br>And blooming spring were the things of past.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Oh! Fathers, let it be revealed to us, <br>Why are we for the wrongs undone, <br>Being punished in the zones of Hell.”</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=464541" data-title="The Complaining Cries de Muhammad Shanazar" data-description="The gushing blows of the future wind, Bring echoes of the distant voices, Complaining Cries of the descendants, Against muddling refined pure nature, The wailings disturb my sleep at night, As the ghosts haunt one in dreams, Bring the dews ..."></div> </div> </div>

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