From dawn to dusk, constant invocations are on my lips, Waiting for your reappearance on the earth. It sounds like a body of bones smells the fresh air Sometimes flames of waiting turn barren While sometimes the fruits of waiting turn ripe.
Sans your existence, life is full of gloom Reappearing in the brutal world is your bloom. Befalling tragedies upon the innocent people Has been the trend in this barbaric world. Waiting restlessly for the end of all calamities
When mercy will fall like a shower. How long will you dwell in occultation? The arteries of love can’t wait for meditation. Oh, God! Have mercy upon distorted souls yet again Hasten the reappearance of the Twelfth Light once again.
This post first appeared on The Kashmir Pulse
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