On the battlefield with bullets whistling,
beyond enemy lines without food or shelter,
under a harsh unrelenting sun
You were the only One that accompanied me.
At the shops where I do business,
at the bank while I stood in long queues,
at work under a unrelenting boss,
You were my partner that worked with me.
In the love of my spouse,
in the smiles on my children’s faces
even when I contemplate the lines of my verses
only God I do see.
[Reference: “In the market, in the cloister – only God I saw” by Baba Kuhi of Shiraz.]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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