My Voice

by Partaw Naderi

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

Comments

  1. November 25th, 2011 at 12:39 pm

    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.