Transience
May the Slaughterhouse
Always Prosper,
We the Distressed Ones.
When has anyone asked you
For the eternal life of Khidr?
O heart,
Come and witness this spectacle,
In the world of feelings
What pain has been dissolved?
We are in need of a glance,
Who knows if we’ll be here again
Today is already the past,
This moment is fleeting too
Grant me release, O Lord,
From this sorrow now
What is this matter
That has been looming for eternity?
There is neither a beginning nor end,
It’s all my illusion
You still stand in the dawn of eternity!
Aslam Murad
This poem is originally written in Urdu, please click here for the Urdu Poem
