LET US FEED THE POOR
MATLOOB BOKHARI

My love
I am in unbearable pain
Mix  not  water
Pour the pure wine to the brim
Play sweet melodic music
Sing the song of love
And lay your white  arm  as a soft pillow
So that I may   sleep serenely
In the deep darkness of dead night
And may not see the suffering of   unjust world
Where murderous poverty has opened its jaw
Where sick and pale babes are without  food
Where  widows are moaning from sunrise to sunset
Where graceful  maidens are ***** and betrayed  
Where  orphans are weeping in the roaring wind
Where  poor children are wandering without shoes
Where  artistically cruel men are suppressing the men
My love
You  are the only   lamp in  darkness
Let us say farewell  to arms!
Let us feed the poor!
Let us feel the bliss