Poetry

Kabul!

Oh loneliest wayfarer

Loneliest history emerging from war

زن قندوزی هر شب به تو فکر میکنم هر روز به چمدان مسافر فرودگاه و…

I am certain

That one day the sun will be jealous

Of the heat of my desire

let’s be together delete the inhibition
bring the ambition and celebration, 
we’re together solve the problems

And my heart is more restless than ever.
I think I can no longer
Continue to pretend.

Remembering to utter,
“Baka bukas.”
“Maybe tomorrow.”

Give me a piece of land,
Where I bury my body but not my soul
Where I bury my despair of letdown but not the thrill of my well-done

خنده‌هايت را زندگی مي‌كنم
كه عمق خنده‌هايت
اشتهای آينه را چند برابر می‌كنند

And I get lost in the leisure of watching you
And cover your unfamiliar lips
Under the rain of my lips

دريا دامنش را جمع مي‌كند
و ماه پايين مي‌آيد
باد با كوچ پرندهگان

I stand beside the window

I count trees one by one

There is nobody in the alley

با بخار نفسهايم صدايت مي‌زنم

در زمستان يخ‌زدهی كابل

خيابان‌ها را يكييكي مي‌شمارم

مانند تاكسي‌هاي سِمِج

I become a bitter fish

in your river

you discard me