Breathless
As if she is now approaching
your door
your heart started beating
And
as if expecting her
The birds of noon are gathering
to line up at your window
………………
An hour of patient waiting
A forest of chirp and cooing!
The literal translation of this poem was made by Hafiz Kheir
The final translated version of the poem is by Sarah Maguire
© Poetry Translation Centre 2004-2012
Sonia says:
The value of poetic precision is so much more worth than a human life. Cause tell me exactly how much is a human life worth when an oriental poem which contains an invisible truth, a life key or simply a a comprehensible achievement never get its attention? Its priceless, but unintelligible.