Poem: The Handkerchief

 

 

 

Originally Written in Balochi by: Muneer Momen

Translated into English by: Uzair Mehr

 

A word which can’t travel along with birds,

will not be a poesy

The eye, which can’t not lodge the earth,

dream will be upset with it

The breathing yearnings in the breach of the closed doors,

are the sin of night

 

 

I know of a bird

that always steals handkerchiefs from white clouds

and gives out to its friends as gifts

Handkerchiefs need tears for being alive

A bird alights on the ground for a grain

and leaves a pearl of longing from its beak

and this pearl germinates in every eye

and the life of handkerchiefs thrives abloom