Since I am too entangled,
Waning capacities of love
My saliva is not honey, my
Sweat not amber, you may,
Elope with air, jump over
The barbed wire, never
Look back and be dust of stars,
Only birds bring your songs,
I hear about you in angels’ flutter.
O Lost jockey, never return back,
To your circular knightly barns
Nor to the Princess’ love,
Nor to the kudos of your trot,
Unless you have been to the unseen.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
July 25,2015.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem