How
long more will you tell him : “Go away !”
He
can bestow no other blessing
Wherever
there is the sign of words
there
lies his love,
his
magic rise from abysmal fall,
his
all-sweeping dark waves.
All
across his palm stretch
endless
lives of scalded moonlight,
and
from his lips emanate
endless dream words
like
fragrant rose water.
How
long more will you tell him ; “Go
away !”
He
wants to capture the renascence,
the
well’s bottomless depth,
the
marriage bliss of words.
He
wants to capture
Poetry’s stone splitting smiling face !
He
can bestow no other blessing.
Let
his gracious night of merit descend
on the baptismal dust.
Let
civilization’s pure bright effulgence
come trailing that descent.
Oh,
how long more will you tell him ;
“Go away !”
Sanaul
Huq Khan
(1947-)