A smile

Evening lightness

A happy moment

A bunch of roses

Sacrificed

The world

Torn

Into two

 

The wars of the classes

Are fought

Underground

Race, nation

And creed---

Phantoms

In the fabric of the veil

That covers

Everything

Underneath

Carnage

And carnage comes into

The open

Who gave us to right

To cry

And how dare we

Deny

Today I raise my voice

I

A prisoner on the island

Of silence

And so are voice and word

I

Today

I say unto you

I wish

You would not

Bear it

My heart

Went out in anger

To seek out the guilty

And it came back to me

And said:

Everyone

You

And I

Everyone each

Who sees

And remains blind

Everyone each

Who knows

And believes

In the lie

Everyone each

Who speaks

And remains mute

 

The wars of the classes

In our day

Are not fought

In the open

You

Creed

Blinded you

But me

Creed

Makes me see

That nation, race

And creed

Are the pillars of darkness

For him who takes appearance

For truth

Today I raise my voice

I

Too convenient with being

On this isle

As a caller

In the desert

I

Today I ask you

You

How long

Must man suffer?

You

Everyone each

How long yet

Killing the brother

The ally

The friend

To keep the enemy

Alive

And claiming

Not to know

O no

Not ignorance--

Cowardice

Not courage

No--

Fear

Not yourself

No--

The shadow

Of its veil

Deny

And perpetuate darkness

Or see

And be the light

Of your age

To step out

Of the spectral shadow

Of the phantoms

It takes nothing

But the self

To be aware

Of itself

And nothing

But one step

 

O yes

Said my heart to the stones

That bore stones

I too

Did once take you

For God

 

(Phare nuqta

Chhoreh

Hisabanou)

 

 

(Phare nuqta... --- Urdu: "Take this point and leave all accounts")