To The Eid Crescent
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Oh, Crescent!
Be blessed with the moments pleasant,
May flourish you ahead on the path.
Oh, Crescent!
Glow on their tents,
Who move trench to trench,
Since ages afar from the dear ones;
Dive into their hearts,
Who pant in the narrow cells of hospitals;
Bless them with tidings,
Who in the hope to be released,
Suffer the pangs of their innocence.
Dwell in the eyes of a damsel,
Who suffers ceaseless infliction
Of parting pangs;
For the season of courting pleasures.
Oh, Crescent!
Shine on those shelves,
Where upon the toys declining
The reach of innocent hands pant for life.
Oh, Crescent!
Seed the dreams of tomorrow
In the sightless eyes,
And wash with your own beams,
The sheets of darkness.
Collect the tears
Of the mothers of the young men,
Who departed to the remote lands.
Oh, Crescent!
See the wounds,
Of Afghanistan, Kashmir and Palestine,
Spread light on the spots,
In Iraq where wailings are all-around,
Glow on those heads and graves,
Who tasted peace, stepping ahead
From life to the region eternity.
Oh, Crescent!
Let there be no wailings at the moon-night,
The earth and the sky may sleep well,
And complain not against Man.
Dive into my words, agony and mirror of heart,
Oh; Crescent!
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poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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