The gushing blows of the future wind, <br />Bring echoes of the distant voices, <br />Complaining Cries of the descendants, <br />Against muddling refined pure nature, <br /> <br />The wailings disturb my sleep at night, <br />As the ghosts haunt one in dreams, <br />Bring the dews of anguish on the forehead <br />And make me old ere the age ripe. <br /> <br />“Oh! Fathers, grandfathers, forefathers, <br />What heritance we have been bestowed? <br />Is it a world, God made a thing fair, <br />Where find we drab treeless mountains, <br />And clouds dropp black sooty rains, <br />Waters all around and underneath, <br />Pungent, too smelly, hard to take, <br />Futile lands, eroded seas, smoky spheres, <br />And singed surface remind us Inferno? ” <br /> <br />“Ah! Cool breeze, snow clad peaks, <br />White flakes of clouds, starry nights, <br />Glimmering lakes with the shadow of moon, <br />Smokeless airs, clear trickling founts, <br />Spectacles of covered green hills, <br />Sweet songs of the birds melodious, <br />And blooming spring were the things of past.” <br /> <br />“Oh! Fathers, let it be revealed to us, <br />Why are we for the wrongs undone, <br />Being punished in the zones of Hell.”<br /><br />Muhammad Shanazar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-complaining-cries/
