A Moment's Poem
Time - eternal, still. Only the fleeting moments
Swift restless like the wag-tail visit the sea-shore
In the strong tide just like the seasonal birds
And fill the earth with a spectrum-white yellow and blue.
These heavenly birds leave the unknown sky
And rush towards the earth in dusky twilight
For the sighs of life, very intimate to the heart,
And sing in a passionate tone the eternal song.
This poem of a moment, these momentary songs
May not reach that height of music,
May not find its way to success;
They braved for the sea-shore with little capital.
Yet you keep in mind : this worthless momentary song
Discards the minaret's arrogance and prizes the dust.
[Translated by Abdur Rashid Khan]