A`DEATH-MOURNS

I`came-in-procession

Carrying`thousands`of`desires

I`would`have`done

Good`and`bad`deeds

Done`by`all!

Nevertheless

To`find`entry`into`paradise

I`did`so`many`things

In`the`world.

Today,

With`regard`to`my`agonies`of`the`heart

Though`I`said`shouting`and`shouting

Up`to`the`level`of`the`sea

Till`my`voice`subsides

None`is`going`to

Hearken`to`it.

I`will`be`breathing`aloud`of

How`my`life`of`the`hereafter`will`be

Nevertheless-

I`see`all

Aiming`at`keeping`me

In`the`grave

They`don’t`understand

I     lie        tied

I     am       in         a          condition         of

Which        is          my       fate.

It    seems   that      some    shed     False

Tears

Over          my       departure

From          the       earth.

Having      heard   that

My voice    muted

It    is          heard   to         me

That           some    of         the       villagers

Murmur     as,”      He       is          of         that      caste

He is          of         that      region.

What          benefit will      there    be        to         us

By looking            at         him

Above       all       

Now,         to         keep     me

In   the       grave

They          put       me       within

The            mat      to         be        buried

Along        with     me

And           place    me
In   the       bier-carrier

Some-

Yes,          

Those        who     exchange

Kindness
And           those    who     loved   one

Burst          into      mourning

Some         do        so         up        to         the       grave

Some         do        so         till        mourning

Comes       to         an        end.

Some         carry    me       by        turns

Some         follow  the       procession

Reciting     the       divine  invocations

Some         pass     in         silence

I     get       upset

Without     understanding

Head          or         tail.

From          person  to         person

People       talk      communal        utterances

Some         push     and      jostle

Towards    the       front

I     say       to         myself

Thus-

Oh!            Supporters       of         caste    system-regionalism

Oh!            Those  who     betray  us

For             the       non-Muslims

Do you      consider

All what    you      do

Are                        justifiable

Your          ill-feelings-

Your          prides-

Your          riotousness

Only          we       are       good    people

The            position            that     

We are       the       experts

Like           us,        after     your

Wind         of         life       subsided

You           will      know-

I     tasted   the       death

I     know   its         ache     and

Its  twists-

Remembering        your     ignorance

I     cry       into      myself

You           too       weep

I     melt     to         the       size      of

Sea.

Oh!            God!   

You           created             us

As  noble   creation

We,            having             forgotten          us

Committed so         many   mistakes

I     ask       of         you     

By weeping

Will           you      think    of

All to         live      together

Destroy      the       monsters          of        

Caste         system

Then-

Those        murmurings     will      not       rise

In   our       ears      of         the       corpses

Show         the       true      path     of

Noble        way-

For             all        to         live      in         joy

For             all        to         come    closer

To  you.

Original     Tamil   Poem   By       POET  FAIROOZ      M.I.M

TRANSLATED   INTO  ENGLISH       BY      POET  MEEADH       M.Y.M