Treasure Island

Amrita Pritam

(31 August 1919 – 31 October 2005 / Gujranwala, Punjab / Pakistan)

Empty Space


There were two kingdoms only:
the first of them threw out both him and me.
The second we abandoned.

Under a bare sky
I for a long time soaked in the rain of my body,
he for a long time rotted in the rain of his.

Then like a poison he drank the fondness of the years.
He held my hand with a trembling hand.
'Come, let's have a roof over our heads awhile.
Look, further on ahead, there
between truth and falsehood, a little empty space.'

Submitted: Monday, September 24, 2012
Edited: Monday, September 24, 2012

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[Translated from the Punjabi by D.H. Tracy & Mohan Tracy]

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