A Charming Carnelian Ring! ! !

If it transpires that you do not find me drawing breath, If there comes a time when my voice does not echo in your ears, If it comes to pass that my book shelf is in mourning for me, Then give my books to someone and tell them To take care of them As my eyes will still linger on every line of every page. Somewhere around is my book of poems: If possible, take care of it. It has traversed many thoughts, It has been decorated and honored with many words, It has been close to the boundaries of life. If at all you remember me, then do just this: If a thirsty traveler passes by, quench his thirst; Pray for its reward to come to me. On sad evenings, when the birds are quiet, Strew some grain for them, give them water For they would be sheltering a lot of sorrow under their wings, They hide their sorrows from others. When the Muezzin calls in the morning Remember me in your prayers, Tell Allah to forgive me, As I do not carry the sin of heartbreak with me. When you look at the sky think that a face resembling mine Has found a place among the stars. I know it will be like this I don’t know why I think I will be present among the galaxies Do not be annoyed that my legacy to you is only books And some poetry, and...a carnelian ring! © Shahzia Naqvi