Time passes on
Silent imperceptibly,
A man quite young and juvenile
Becomes old
Just like a clock
Hanging on the wall of a sitting room,
Or like a bicycle
With punctured tyres,
With tattered seat,
And without chain,
Which neither can be cast away,
Nor we can retain.

Written by Qayyum Tahir
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar

by Muhammad Shanazar

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