What We Are!
Staring with intense anticipation for majestic manifest
                                                Comrades we are [1]
Once one eyelash pulled away hundred valleys
                                                Embracing we are! [2]
Bewildered with the harsh treatments in this world
From life to mountains like a large mirror [3]
                                                Boiling we are!
Flame within the lantern’s bulb lid for our sake [4]
Much light surrounding us but indeed in
                                                Darkness we are!
Spectacular blindfold of negligence upon the eyes of existence
Time in raucous with resurrection, deaf [5]
                                                Cotton-filled we are!
Non-existence plays the tumultuous music in our presence
No comfort and happiness without anxiety and troubles, while
                                                Awakened we are!
Flame once in state of blissful tranquility, already ash
Offering the merchandise of endurance by the hands of helplessness
                                                Traders we are!
Inhaling and exhaling breath filled with no cause
No one understands for what cause trying so hard
                                                Struggling we are!
Life bears no better outcome except the helplessness [6]
Even in Non-existence found a heavy load of guilt, again
                                                Coolies we are!
Caution is the surface waves of our helplessness deep within
Much fluttering the shattered heart, thus [7]
                                                Armored we are!
Impossible walking towards the destination with no moans
I wish instead singing beautiful painless songs
                                                Chorus we are!
Since the gazes of hundred curious eyes uncovered our misery
There is no greater scream than those stares, so
                                                Silent we are!
Our legacy Baydel is bidding farewell to horrors of life
As soon as you have a new thought in mind [8]
                                                Forgotten we are!

[1] When you open your eyes each morning what is it that you are startled awakened to behold? The rooms in your house? No, immediately your eyes hunger to view the majestic beauty of your Creator, like lover each morning rudely awakened with the longing and memory of his beloved to thirst to view the lost or far away beauty. When you go to bed in the night, still your eyes see things in depth of dreams? What are they non-stop greedily seeking to view? Again the majestic face of the Beloved!
Everything in the world, as a collective are eyes non-stop seeking to view the Creator, knowingly or unknowingly. For that reason the poet says, we are comrades waiting to view The Majesty.
[2] Eyelash pulling away means to suddenly unblocking an eye to see, a little bit. I suspect that the poet is saying, even as much as a little opening of a thing eyelash if we could see the Creator, he would run around hundreds of valleys and hug people and kiss them out of happiness. Or he would toil traveling to hundreds of valleys to find that one eyelash pulled away to see the Creator for a bit.
[3] I am not sure about what the poet meant by mirror but from other writings I can extrapolate that entire universe becomes a huge mirror to look upon, once you face the bitterness of events in the life. This mirror allows you to see your self as it is meant to be not as you wish it to be. So the universe reflects exactly what is deep within your essence. If you see evil and harsh treatments, it is a reflection of what is within you or what has the potential to be as such.
The word boiling could refer to being angry and distressed or most probably it means, the boiling process that was necessary in ancient times to make a surface to become mirror-like. The poet alludes to the fact that universe become a mirror by the boiling of what is inside us, therefore our eyes can catch the reflection of this mirror.
[4] I suspect that the lantern/bulb refers to the Koran[24:35]:
“Allah is the Light of the heavens and the earth. The Parable of His Light is as if there were a Niche and within it a Lamp: the Lamp enclosed in Glass: the glass as it were a brilliant star: Lit from a blessed Tree, an Olive, neither of the east nor of the west, whose oil is well-nigh luminous, though fire scarce touched it: Light upon Light! Allah doth guide whom He will to His Light: Allah doth set forth Parables for men: and Allah doth know all things”
Poet says even though the lantern was lid for us to find our way in darkness, still in spite of this light from Allah we are in darkness.
[5] Time is in much turbulence with the plans for future resurrection of human beings, while we are blindfolded by the negligence and vanity. The poet says the raucous is being so loud, we cannot hear it as though our ears stuffed with cotton.
[6] Mankind feels that once death terminates his life all the suffering is over. Baydel tells us that even in the Non-existence we carry a lot of our past guilty deeds and words.
[7] Here the poet is talking to lovers. No matter how may times for what reason your heart is shattered, you should not be cautious for falling in love again. Because ‘caution’ is just the waves from the past helplessness deep inside the waters of our heart. In other words Beydel says don’t wear the armor LOVE AGAIN bodly.
[8] See the picture of the poor AIDS orphan on this page. You look at it once, and then off to another page and within seconds he is forgotten. Remember the universe is a mirror and this child is a reflection of miseries within your self. Allow not any new thoughts to forsake the memories of this boy.

Background: AIDS orphan street children in Africa.

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