Sonnet 9 Poem by Ahmad Shiddiqi

Valse Triste said in nostalgic sounds
you forced them to play it for hours
a curlew had come through the heat of corridor
none could sway better on the slippery floor

it emitted a phosphorescent glow in Oslo
among groves of orchids, you wanted to go
this gray spirit had filled with more intense
you are a woman with a shred of sense

disguised as a purple phantom at a torched ball
they were colors of poison on the wooden wall
a hammock on veranda where you could lie down
who could explain us what's possibly going on?
devotion for the only glimpse of loveless marriage
Stalin crossed the wet riverbed to the sharpened edge