O! Death Stop
O! Death stop, O! Time tarry, stay;
Enlarge the hours of night and day.
On the soft beach of poetry I stand,
The waves touch, caress the cold sand.
Bring they to me the colourful beads,
It is the time to fold the worldly deeds.
And to pick all the pearls scattered,
As the world seems to be shattered.
Allow me to join the beads in strings,
Let me replace with the fatal things;
That men carry them in their hands,
And straighten the entangled strands.
For I long to see humanity converse,
In a tongue but no other than verse.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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