The charcoal black form of
A living individual
Made me recoil in horror
That time I could not imagine
How the same fire can burn so beautifully
And give such a briliant lustre
I only know that the burning Sun
Gives life to the world
Produces food for the plants
I did not know
It is the burning away of the night
That produces the day
It is the burning away of the day
That produces the night.
We materialize and then disappear
Because of the burning time
Light burns to make us active
Darkness burns to make us disregards
Misery and weariness.
Blazing youth makes life so beautiful
Middle age burns to enrich
The storehouses of experience
Old age burns to take you
To the last page of an open volume.
O my creator let me also be part of this fire
Let me burn to ashes and merge
So that I do not get lost in the atmosphere
So that I may live as long as
This world exists
In every nook and corner of the wind
As an aroma of golden memory
For the future generations.
Source : HUMMING A PIECE OF SOLITUDE
Poems of ROUSAN ARA BEGUM
Translated by SYED AHMED SHAH
