Poems

by Partaw Naderi

I know the language of the mirror -

its perplexities and mine
spring from one race

our roots can be traced
to the ancient tribe of truth

Kabul
February, 1994

The literal translation of this poem was made by Yama Yari

The final translated version of the poem is by Sarah Maguire

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