Two situations
Balochi Poetry: Mubarak Qazi
Translator: Muslim Shafi
O breeze! Listen
My words and groans
Whenever you pass
by the down flowing winds of red beautiful wigwams
Where thousands of coquettish spring’s flowers
Are sitting with perfume like fellows
There where the beloved friend
is with her fragrance spreading hairs
Whisper to gently with it
That “thy this wretched lover
Is engulfed by vehemence
O breeze! Hear
To my disclosure
when you pass by
the reigns of tribal Chiefs and notables
Where nowadays world’s
Kings are seated with Chakar
There where self-made-senior citizens are throned with The notables
Say it with a loud growl and call
“Your mercy, the violence is left with few days”
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