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

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