False Earth. Poem by Takbeer Salati

O beloved! my beloved! our passage is done,
The universe has perished, the child we sought is the sky:
The death is near, the crows cry, people whine,
While destiny is at thy heart, the bossom is fanatic
But O lover! lover! lover!
O the sacred saint
Where on the earth of sand you are,
Quiet and decayed.

O, beloved! My beloved! the temples have sworn on you
Wake up for the falcon will disturb you:
For you, the seashells remain at the shore, for
you are the leaves hung from the tree:
For you they rise the newborn:
Here beloved! despite the chaos:
It is some delusion that on the shore,
You've fallen alone and weak.

My beloved does not answer, his lips purple and dried
My beloved does not feel me: he has
no delight in me
The sea is flowing here and there, floods have not yet come arrived,
Exit, O seashells, O temples!
But I with disheartened tryst,
Walk on the path, my beloved cold,
Descend and Fallen.