O King Lear, what a senility!
You were the king of Paradise;
Whimsically you quitted the throne-
Thus affection and love got victorious.
The true speech of Cordelia
Didn’t find any room into your heart;
Found room there only the sweet poison-word
And the deceit of Regan and Goneril.
At last, you could realize
Man’s ears listen much wrong;
Which tastes sweet to the foolish ears
Bring terrible consequence.
“O obstinate mind, forget luxury;
May truth dawn on you,
Though that truth tastes sour;
Lie brings only the disaster.”
Saying this, you sigh now
And say, “All blame goes to fate! “
You who were an eagle have become now
A broken winged crane that cannot fly.
All are mad for throne.
For the throne, man slaughters man.
Man becomes wild and ferocious
Like Hyena, for this throne!
Only what a senile you became,
You wanted to quit the throne!
What the fatigue came upon you,
You became so faint-hearted!
Having lost the power, you could realize
(If you, Lear, realized earlier!)
If power gone, nobody comes more to tread
The shade- may be daughter, son or wife.
Everyone is busy with ownself;
Many come to soothe our minds
With fake loud love; True love
Doesn’t possess sweet language of poetry;
True love doesn’t get tune in cuckoo’s song
As if it were a pearl hidden into an oyster;
But the romantic kings are very fond of
The false nectar covered with sweetness.
Copyist: Shish Mohammad
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