Last Conversation with the Sky
Although my feet are worn to shreds
My journey ended nowhere
Because I am incapable
I have neither a lamp nor the ability
To search for a way ahead
This is all so difficult
Such strain that my eyes
Weep not tears but blood
Such is my helplessness
O my lord, my honoured one!
A companion
A companion
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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