From the wombs of civilizations
Occupied the land that carried the promise
The earth with the sustained character
Scarves of silk and music pleasing to ears
Many senses polished to shine on light
Chandeliers of waltz in polka décor
Gold on the walls and baths from springs
Warm for health rose water and milk
Happy conversation the nights on wool
Carpets and draperies what softness means
Wine in crystal the poet recites sadness
Languor of eyes on repressed emotions
Hunt for the fox or lion on horse back
Elegant dogs with stealth hanging on the side
Nothing to say about the furors of arms
What idea the conqueror has of the conquest
Nothing to say that shall please the minds
Sword smeared with blood booty on the ground
No border for flame of ideas when in travel
With breeze flies the falcons of imagination
By power subdued what is there in the head
How to the hearts you go when no path you have
Convert yourself as the barbarians on civilization
Or carry the book lofty in ideals than the one
Seek similarities before the clash of swords
Rise higher or be defeated in wits of knowledge
Akin to the human intellect is rise and fall
Civilizations have a history not of arms and sword
Of minds and wisdom and ideals is the arson
20/8/2009
Sadiqullah Khan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clash-of-civilizations-2/
