Best Sadurdu Poems
First thing in the morning I rise needing you,
And the last thing before sunrise needing you.
The places we have traveled are empty,
Echoing silence since I prize needing you.
Food has no flavor leaving the world bland,
Since to be complete it is wise needing you.
Without you time has no meaning,
Days last foever while no time flies needing you.
Our family is incomplete with you gone,
We are lost as all our heart dies needing you.
You laugh and cast us aside,
Holding power over those with cries needing you.
You have become cold and distant,
I cannot stand any more lies needing you.
All passions have come to an end,
Through eternity I despise needing you.
I seek not a robe of glittering pearls and rubies shinning bright
Give me a modest dress only not shorter than my height
A handcuff, a collar or may be, a shackle heavy and tough
The adornment for me should compliment the stature of my love
My foe wishes to improve his stature or he wants me dead?
Does he seek my turban of glory or he seeks my head?
A pickaxe in my hand I have and fervour of love in heart
Do not fail me, O tough rock! Stream of milk* start
The treasure of ideals and vision aren’t on trees to pluck
For wealth of sensitivity, anguish and pain, one would need my luck
Seeing human sufferings, Yamin, causes torments and pains
Put me in the cosy arms of sleep, where peace and serenity reigns
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* Reference to legendary Asian lovers Shireen & Farhad. Farhad dug a rock to start the
stream of milk for the sake of his love.
I, a long forgotten tune; you, a melody sweet and bold
How will then our reunion be in this splendid world
One is a jewel in the crown, the other dust –no worth
One is the shinning star in horizon, the other part of earth
How to meet the endless yearnings of my brainless heart
It forsakes all that I urge and I decry its part
Priests and preachers are men of vision; I regard them right
I am a humble worshiper of love; with them, I have no fight
In vain are, the prudence and vision, casting their glow and light
Cloaked in the darkness of ones deeds, life is a moonless night
Darkness is casting its shadow on life, but why Yamin, complain
Love, fragrance and colour fade out and not life-long sustain
All of the angels call,
as they mourn for the one's that fall.
And its been so long,
since you've been gone.
I cant believe its so hard
for me to let go of the years
that I hold iniside of me.
The memories, the
childish games you would play with me.
Mama, where did you go.
Why did you leave us all alone.
And how could it be so,
that you could leave us behind,
And just forget about us all this time.
I dream that you are here,
and you tell me that it will be alright.
You hold me tight, sing me a lullabye,
and tell us goodnight.
Mama, you left us for good.
Me and her to survive on our own,
and now she's even gone.
So as I hide in my world,
and I bury this all deep inside.
I run and try to find someone to
play those games with me,
but theres no one in sight.
So here I am, almost grown,
so afraid I cant make it on my own.
And all of this seems like a dream,
Or I'm in a movie scene.
So Mama, come make this right,
and tell me good night.
Who, in love, will’nt vie my eminence to attain
If my destiny is cross and chain, why must I complain?
Know thyself my heart had urged and a journey I set at
I’m in quest of no one else, for my own return I wait
At no time, I aimed to win a reward or recompense
A profound treasure of love I have that freely I dispense
Wounds like flowers pink and red are blooming everywhere
My heart is the only garden having spring in its sphere
The nightingale, in the pangs of love, perhaps has his share
His perception of my anguish is thus beyond compare
The path of loyalty is having proof of my footprints fixed
Oozing blood of my abscessed feet that every thorn has licked
The sky has always been Yamin my vision’s cherished goal
Earthly however may be my body and my soul