The charioteer has gone to sleep <br />Ovecome by fatigue of wearisome ways <br />Unaware of where he is <br />All that's evident <br />Is his continuous journey <br />On unmarked, worn-out way <br />In his wooden wagonette <br />From the beginning of time <br />To the end of time <br />When the wagonette <br />Creaks even with a small bump <br />Wrapped up in millions of folds <br />Of ragged shabbiness <br />Each living being is startled <br />The charioteer dreams <br />He has lost himself in strange worlds <br />Comfortable climes <br />Riding a golden chariot <br />And holding the princess's hand <br />The charioteer has gone to sleep <br /> <br />(Translated from the original Urdu by Satyapal Anand)<br /><br />Naseer Ahmed Nasir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/charioteer-has-gone-to-sleep/
