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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464574" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Eve in the Metropolis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When skies begin to change, <br>New shawls of the seasons, <br>The people dress themselves <br>In new costumes, <br>And begin to keep <br>The old ones in the trunks, <br>Then you halt for a while to remember me! <br>I am a redundant attire <br>Of every crawling moment. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When birds begin to migrate<br>From the old regions, <br>Swarms soar onwards in the skies, <br>And they begin to ground themselves <br>In the valleys; <br>When some sparkling bird bathes, <br>In circles of the lake of memories <br>And fluttering his wings flies, <br>And when that diminishes, <br>Each moment into distant skies, <br>And becomes a mark worth forgetting, <br>Then you halt for a while to remember me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When in minarets of light <br>Propped by hands of the sea, <br>The burning fire begins to extinguish<br>And in search of warmth and sometimes light <br>The number of birds thumping down<br>At the feet of minarets begin to grow, <br>Then see an astray bird of the swarm<br>Heading onwards at the sunset, <br>Then you halt for a while to remember me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I who migrated too, <br>And tumbled door to door in search of light, <br>My presence in companies of friends, <br>Was fire burning on torso of the sea, <br>And its debacle appeared at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Friends! You will not forget, <br>But everything appeared to be forgotten, <br>All divine booklets favour my conviction, <br>Who…how long…whom ….anyone remembers, <br>Other anxieties there are too, to be heeded; <br>At times I shall be no more here, <br>But my eyes, <br>Immersed on the glassy windowpanes, <br>Of the restaurants, <br>Will ever remain behind, <br>To see you friends, wrangling, squabbling <br>On the dilemmas. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Friends! When evening begins to change <br>Into deep dark night <br>And sleep begins to flutter <br>In eyes of the lamps along passages of the city<br>And you intend to return, <br>Scatter on the paths, <br>Then you halt for a while to remember me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I who was given existence with the ink Nothingness, <br>Came into the Kingdom of Being, <br>Shimmered for a moment, <br>And then dissolved. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My dear ones! <br>Be not diverged after my departure, <br>The same pliable prescription of compromise, <br>Is an antidote for all maladies. <br>Whatever someone says…though all do the same, <br>Every sanctimonious gets irritated on my thoughts, <br>And his happiness lies in it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Everything here is personified, <br>Embodied by imposition of its own boundaries, <br>In alteration of linkages, <br>Each word in eyes <br>Of the meaning is a stable light, <br>Death: is a belief in the diseased truths, <br>In this world of patients; <br>And to articulate curiosity amid the dull-minded, <br>Is a massive death of heart and soul! <br> <br>My eyes, <br>Hung in the spaces on high crosses, <br>Have been beholding since ages. <br>My eyes only see, <br>Here we all are words <br>Dying like worms on the paper of time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My eyes are static <br>And everything is to pass on, <br>Where are budging on grey in the mist, <br>The marks of drifting faces of my friends, <br>The ocean extends far beyond in thousands of miles, <br>The earth is worn down to the depth of its core, <br>Towns, cities and toy-like houses, <br>Time taking along kids of centuries, <br>And wearing the costume <br>Of ruins has been passing on with no break in routine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We tumbled down <br>From the dark clouds of Nothingness alone, alone, <br>And a thick blotting-sponge of Being <br>Made us all nebulous, <br>And being absorbed we have been dissolved, <br>All those whom I beheld at least bear the same tale. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Friends! Whenever you stop in your dialogue, <br>And I sojourn into your minds, <br>Then have a faith <br>That before the total extinction I shall pour down, <br>In the form of scalding drops of fresh blood, <br>So that I might left behind<br>Some indelible deep marks. <br>Some indelible deep marks! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When skies begin to change, <br>New shawls of the seasons, <br>The people dress themselves <br>In new costumes, <br>And begin to keep <br>The old ones in the trunks, <br>Then you halt for a while to remember me! <br>I am a redundant attire <br>Of every crawling moment. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Written by: <br>Dr. Swarwar Kamran<br>Translated by: <br>Muhammad Shaanzar</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>
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New shawls of the seasons, 
The people dress themselves 
In new costumes, 
And begin to keep 
The old ones in the trunks, 
Then you halt for a while to remember me! 
I am a redundant attire 
Of every crawling moment. 
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