The voice of the earth

Cloud! learn to disperse like fog

Do this also continue to roar at the top

keep on worsening like a wounded leopard,

Ether come not to visit the earth

And if it comes, it should come as a lightning
bolt.

To burn the threshing floor of an indigent.

Near the sheltering cut of a mux,

the child will be enthralled if it’s innocent.

Cloud! Learn to disperse like fog

become a rag and scatter over my world.

Hide all my children under your feet;

these innocent people laugh while
laughing.

Those Who have toys in their hands, a bar of
gold,

Be scattered so that not even a single heart
feels!

How many Toys is our journey made of?

That this crime of division of a bar of gold
deception.

Caused the death of my children,

Cloud! Come on, come on over my world.

           A poem of: Wazeer Agha Khan

           Translated by: Gohram Anwar