Dissonant Time ( روزکار )

With your dissonant tune I will not align,
Your broken music is no song of mine,
O restless, faithless time.

Sorrow hangs heavy in the air,
Dark clouds drift on yet shed no rain;
The waiting earth lies cracked and bare,
Unwept through seasons filled with pain.

Though hearts are bold, none firmly stand
To walk the weary road of days,
Or tread with light and hopeful hand
Through time’s slow, dragging maze.

The restless city burns with grief,
Its silent rage behind high walls;
Each spark of hope is strangely brief,
Each fragile beam too quickly falls.

So with your dissonant tune I build no more,
O time, whose treachery I know—
Until lost strength returns once more
And gentler songs begin to grow.

Your crooked melody I shun—
I turn away from rhyme and chime;
For I despise the song you’ve spun,
Treacherous, hollow time.