Go On Climbing Poem by Mohammad Younus

Going along the steep slope,
Upwards on the Mount Harmukh—
In the mountain shade beneath,
A mudy hut in the gorge—
Since eternity, it's been my home,
Now it's the time to take leave of it—
My climb up moves back and forth,
Like a willow tree in the Brengi brook,
Like the raft in the gushing stream—
Till that mud hut is hidden from sight,
Till the grove of trees is out of view,
At each curve of the steep road,
When I stop to take rest,
I turn to look back at the col of mountain,
Then, in the direction of mountain peak,
I must go on climbing, go on! without rest

Mykoul