A poem to old age

Originally written in Balochi by: H.M

Translated into English by: Uzair Mehr

 

The pains have kissed your honey-like soul

A tale of recollection blossoms in the bosom

Does the darkness have lantern?

Is life comely in assemblage?

Can you tell?

Yes, tell that these sights are dreading

A tree of love is uprooted in the town

What would you say to lord?

I wish your body had wilted,

Or you had forgotten the sword in the battlefield

Utter nothing for life has quaffed every bit of the mettle of old age, have you ever heard it?

The beauty of immense thirst has been grazed by the waiting

For a plaything we also did puerile acts in our life

Do you remember?