main darwaazay tak
apne mitr ko alwida karnay aayi
sunheri gardi main main khaDi thee.
paas k cHotay se girja ghar ki ghantian
tezi se baj rehi theen.
fenk diya us ne muje. kaisay kahoon ye main!
kya main koi ek phool hoon, koi khat hoon?
prantu meri aankhain pehlay se hi dekh rahin theen
k kitna kaala mera bvish kaal hai.
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I saw my friend to the front door
I stood in the golden dust.
Momentous sounds issued
From the little belfry close by.
Tossed! Such a made-up word-
What am I, a flower or a letter?
But my eyes already gaze grimly
Into the darkened looking glass.
-Anna Akhmatova
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem