The end of the endless sea
It is said,
Far away somewhere was a big city
Famous for its beauty
In that city lived a famous man
The wisest of the wisest in the city
To think and imagine was his work
To explore the mysteries of life and universe
In libraries, pages and books
One day, he said:
”Till the end of this earth and sky … Hell of humans will be humans”
I doubt this to be true
I have seen many countries
Travelled long distances across deserts
Explored some few realities
And have brought some true news
One is:
What is this life?
But an endless sea
And the way to the end of this sea
Passes through Hell
Second is:
Hell is not somewhere far hidden in another universe
Hell for humans is hidden within themselves
This story of return to self
Come and hear the story of this journey…
(the above is an excerpt of a Pashto poetry book that I am translating into English)
A very lively and engaging work elegantly rendered into English. This is clearly a boon to the wide ranging ,cosmopolitan tastes and interests of our very large International online Community of Poets.
Welcome to Destiny Poets , Faraz Jamil Kakar !
Thank you Louis, for the warm welcome and kind remarks. The poem posted above is from the Pashto poetry book, Zaanzaani Shaamar (the dragon of self). The poet, Syed Bahauddin Majrooh, was an Afghan poet and scholar. He was a professor of Philosophy at Kabul University in the 1960s and briefly served as a Provincial Governor in the early 1970s under the reign of King Zahir Shah. Following the soviet invasion of Afghanistan, Majrooh moved to Peshawar, Pakistan. He was assassinated in Peshawar in 1988 by the Mujahiddin (the Islamist militants who later on became Talibans).
I shall post some more poems of Majrooh in the future.
Best regards
Beautiful