My Voice
I come from a distant land
with a foreign knapsack on my back
with a silenced song on my lips
As I travelled down the river of my life
I saw my voice
(like Jonah)
swallowed by a whale
And my very life lived in my voice
Kabul
December, 1989
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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Sara MacDonald says:
This poem moved me by its very simplicity.
Finding it is like a gift I will carry with me all day
Thank you.