Last Conversation with the Sky

by Noshi Gillani

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

Comments

  1. December 25th, 2012 at 3:17 pm

    Saima says:

    awesome poem...nice and attractive page