A Look Of Anticipation Poem by Harun Al Nasif

On the fringe of this vast expanse,
in this desolate valley, who am I waiting for?
Did someone promise to arrive?
As far as I remember, no.
Then why am I holding on to patience
with such unyielding morale?

Why am I so steady in the midst of a restless gait,
as I pass this eternal moment of waiting?
For whom is this illusion of sadness?
Did a glimpse of someone's promise to come
cast its pitiful shadow on the court of my heart?

Was I supposed to go somewhere?
Or is this dilemma of hesitant waiting
itself my destination?
I carry no address to return,
As I have capsized the shuttle boat on passing,
and left the address to the leaping stream.
Evermore, I have never saved any cowrie
to pay the toll of passage.

Then for whom do I look to and fro?
Who plays the lovelorn sonata
on the delicate strings of my heart?