by Kajal Ahmad
It sparks lightning
and broadcasts thunder.
It cancels drought
in the calendar’s leaves.
It weeps for all the trees that stand
and for all the stones that sit.
It may give life
but it drowns
my will to live.
I have tried on every legend like a cloak
and rain is the one cloak
that never fits.
The literal translation of this poem was made by Choman Hardi
The final translated version of the poem is by Mimi Khalvati
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