The Flower is Torn at the Heart
The flower is torn at the heart
Its fragrance befriends the breeze
Who can tell who destroyed it?
We have spent this evening under sentence
No one has to go on this journey
I can still turn round, if you want
Every street in this city is asleep
It's my turn to stay awake
In the uncertain view of this evening
The whole thing wavers
How can we honour our union
When my heart is gripped by fear of separation
My heart desires above all
That we make this evening ours
The literal translation of this poem was made by Nukhbah Langah
The final translated version of the poem is by Lavinia Greenlaw
© Poetry Translation Centre 2004-2010
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