Life
Fleeting it came to the shore,
Against rocky soil it knocked its head,
And reduced it is thousands golden grains:
From its hearts a magical melody came,
Till it merged itself in the same source.
In the fathromless bottom of the vast ocean,
Peerless pearls are made in opulent oysters,
Many bands of memaids in it are masquerading,
Hilaruiously hiding nad seeking and plaing,
Each is holding a heap of rubies and pearls
In their skirts of sunlit slivery garments,
Each doth shower them from their bowers
And making Jupiter feel jealous of them
Translated from sindhi Poem “untt Bahar mein” into English by late tirathdas Hotchand.