The Past if gone forever

By brooding over the past

And its tragedies

One evinces a form of insanity

A kind of sickness

That destroys resolve to live for the present

Those who have firm purpose

Have filled away and forgotten

Occurrences of the past,

Which will never see the light again

Since they occupy such a dark place

In the recesses of the mind.

Episodes of the past are finished with,

Sadness cannot retrieve them,

Melancholy cannot make thing right

And depression will never bring the past back to life

This is because the past is non-existent.

Do not live in the nightmares of former times

Or under the shade of what you have missed.

Save yourself from the ghostly apparition of the past

Do you think you can return the sun to its place of rising,

The baby to its mother mother’s womb,

Milk to the udder,

Or tears to the eye?

By constantly dwelling on the past and its happenings

You place yourself in a very frightful

And tragic state of mind.

Former days are gone and done with

And you benefit nothing by carrying out autopsy over them

By turning back the wheels of history

The person who lives in the past

Is like someone who tries to see sawdust.

Of old, they used to say:

Do no not remove the dead from their graves.

Our tragedy is that we are incapable

Of dealing with present:

Neglecting our beautiful castles

We wail over dilapidated buildings

If every man and every jinn

Were to try jointly to bring back the past

They would fail

Because that is an impossibility

Everything on earth marches forward

Preparing for a new season –

And so should you.