My soul, leave my body and go back to the skies,
The era of spirit is gone, we live in dark times.
I beg of you, do not accept this vile world again,
O, Sun don’t rise, hide, turn into a muddy stain.
Flowers, cease to grow, forget the dream of spring!
To ashes you will turn, when earth stops breathing,
Friendship and pure love today are little worth,
Shirin and Farhad, just know, hell is become of earth.
Stop thinking all the time, you, great men and sages.
Let tyranny be cursed, and left to former ages.
Vanish should every dangerous disease,
Tyranny, the worst of them, you never should appease.
Stop raising hands to Allah, all you, who were turned away,
You will get back your rights on the Judgment day.
Stop joking and laughing, you should not sing or dance,
Listen to earth moaning – all fun should stop at once.
O, how wrong for truth is our century,
These days have no place for real poetry.
1910
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