I can’t sleep with the agony of the breeze

Even for the suffering of a dust,

I face hardship to fall asleep

I don’t know how the sky tolerates all these

Every single pain moves my human chain

Every single torture shows me a horror picture

How will I soothe my inner booth?

I don’t know how the sky tolerates all these

For the game of county and map,

some are holding live massacre and carnage

Devastation is their passion

Occupancy is their profession

And havoc is their festival

Glory, my bones and marrows tremble

My existence is clogged

Come down here, O peace!

I don’t know how the sky tolerates all these

-Somoy Shafi