She-Jackal Cries

She-jackal cries At the rising sun And vomits fire. Dog barks fearlessly, The horse appears to weep. The pigeon is flying Like the messenger of death. The smoke encircles the sky, The earth and the mountains Are throbbing. The wind blows violently, blasting dust everywhere And creating darkness. Clouds are raining With bloody disasters. The rays of the sun Are declining. The stars appear to be Fighting among themselves. Rivers, tributaries, ponds All perturbed. Butter no longer ignites the fire. The calves do not suck The teats of the cows, Nor do the cows give milk. All are crying, lamenting And perspiring. All are devoid of beauty And bereft of all happiness. No good fortune and Greater loss is going on there.