Nida Fazli Poetry - A Declaration

 In the world of the temples and the mosques

People know me not;

I come here in the shape of the moon every night

And during the day, in the form of the sun

I shine in the ornaments of the mothers

And smile gently through the sisters,

I am present in the sweat of the workers

And also present in the rainy season,

My speech brings tears to the eye

My writings cast a spell on men and women.

But in the world of the temples and the mosques

When people know me not,

I plunge this world into darkness

And to the skies return-

In the form of God then, this world I burn.