National Poetry Month

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Creation - Akhtar-ul Iman, translation by Kathleen Grant Jaeger and Baidar Bakht

I'm sure I could create a world!
A few hamlets, a heart-broken few.
A sun and a moon, and a few shining stars.
Supports forever wavering, and hopes that are never fulfilled.

Let lights be swallowed up in darkness.
Let life forever cry itself to sleep.
And let this tale unfold through all eternity.

Let helplessness be the way of life,
Let death's anguish be the light relief,
And let the desert sand run red with blood.

Let plagues come down from heaven,
Let prayers rise up, quiet and sad,
And let me stay merciless forever.