@ If I Fall Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Who will mourn you, who will in your love,
Write elegies. Who on a palm, like a yellow
Autumn leaf, on papyrus, on wind and water,
In air, breathe the warmth of your bosom.
Whose fingers will touch the richness, so fabulous.
I am you, holding dear the hoofs of horses, trample
Your holiness. The ruins of hundred’s years ago,
“They came, they saw, they conquered”
And then, your yellow flowers bloomed in spring again.
How many turns of autumn, and your rivers
Nourished the earth, watered drought, sustained.
They looted and plundered, killed, put on fire
They enslaved, they in the calm of the night,
And before the dawn, when dreams had not yet ended,
They enchained. And you, lamented the miseries,
Behind fortifications, behind armors.
You then, in your warm lap, hugged and cajoled.
If you fall, I fall, If you rise I rise, my love!
With the sunrise, and in the depth of my soul.
And thus when you stand, I stand, and if I fall, you fall.