Poem: Eschew the chalice

 

 Originally Written in Balochi by: Muneer Momen

Translated into English by: Uzair Mehr

 

Eschew the chalice

The reckless pace vehicle of epoch

Is not the same

The tears also stream down from the eyes of hills

In every pace

The trees and woods are forever

entangling at the skirt of silky cloth

The clouds too, feel vertiginous

Life like a sepulcher on the surface of water

Shakes and postures every time

Eschew the chalice

The reckless pace vehicle of epoch

Is not alike

If the glassy needs of life,

On the delicate palms of beauty

glitter like the inebriation of fatigued eye of the evening

So, the cradle of the time billows

And the pearl drops disperse

Colors embrace the colors

Permeate through every stone

A dust of visages arises

That melts down every look

Eschew the chalice

The rash pace vehicle of epoch

Is not the same