It is night
Nasrudin walks
in the moonlight
He hears horses
Thieves! Murderers!
thinks Nasrudin
and jumps over the wall
and hides in an open, unused grave
The horsemen stop;
they have seen
a man jump into the grave
and they are concerned:
Are you all right, Sir?
Why are you in the grave?
And Nasrudin answers as quickly:
Why am I in the grave?
That depends on your worldview.
I am here because of you
and you are here because of me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem