The Song Unsung
So many people have sung so many songs
But they have not sung the song of You,
They are all unfortunate deaf and dumb
They have all forgotten about You
You are the song unsung
The intellectuality- the perfect beauty-
That is one thing men have achieved throughout history.
Oh! the creator of the song
I pray to thee-
To open their mind so wide
That the cosmos can not hold.
Make their heart so deep
That the measure can not fathom it.
Raise their standard so high
That the standard stands meaningless.
Make their voice so loud
That the eternal silence broken,
And even then deaf and dump can listen,
Make their voice so sweet
So that when they sing the song of you
Along with stones they will all start crying.
Oh! the creator of the song
I pray to thee
To mingle me with you,
The most eternal, the most exceptional,
So tight that the separation is impossible for me.
If they try to separate the song and the singer
Make all the things dust
Make the events of future for ever the events of past.
If they try to bring down the poet and the poem
Make all the things a ball of fire
And for ever, stop the motion of the gyre
To bring down the final destruction,
By starting the shrinking and stopping the expansion.
Oh! the creator of the poem
I pray to thee
The perfect
The beauty
The truth, the absolute.
Make me
Like you.
And make them too!
So that we can write of you.
The greatest song
The song of the universe.
The perfect immortality of intellectuality.
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poem by Abdul Wahab
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