I Am Standing Upon the Hair-Breadth Bridge Poem by Mohammad Younus

I'm standing upon the hair-breadth bridge,
And am staring at the violent stream below,
My glance well I cast across the stream,
The most I could do, where a ford isn't in sight,
Or I should step down from the over-bridge,
Like a timid and faint hearted person -
Who has his heart on the palm -
while attempting to cross over to the other side,
But I have to cross it anyhow...
...to get out of the blood hounds' den,
Or, I must lie in the military cantonement...
...walled by thick thorny bushes,
Where I'm denied peace and happiness,

Mykoul