Like obedient and shy clouds,

in tasteful breeze, the dumb air, though edible,

does not listen to prayers.

 

 

The soil

that keeps the impression of kindness

leaves the impression on

bosom too.

 

 

The obedient gait

leaves shadows

on the broken bosom

 

 

and draws affection

in the light of evening and

illusory dark writing.

 

 

August 1975

 

[Translated by Dulal Al Monsur]