Cry of the Soul

Listen ye to the piteous cry of the soul. Soul writhing in agony is wailing for thee. Pain and sorrow have bewildered the spirit in man, with clouds of distress and grief gathered all around. The gales that blow are extinguishing the lights, lights that lighted man’s path in the dark. The world is busy in contacting the moons and stars, and none attends to the sorrow of the human heart. All are engaged in finding an interplanetary course, but alas! man knows not the distress of man. The atomic world is rich with lurid lights and the soul stands robbed of its ancient might. The earth is all afire with the cold flames of war, the rubble and rot descend from every side. The spirit of man is in the deadly grip of steel and the shrivelling man, a bundle of cracking bones Let us all unite to kindle the torch of Light and save mankind while there is yet time. Let us find a way-out for the uplift of all! Let love surge our hearts and alchemise us into Divine. Peace shall flow from the fountain of Love, and peace shall rain from the Sawan clouds.

Darshan
Translation of an Urdu poem