O hate!
Thou art to me,
Like the bird for a song dead
A gazelle hunted for beauty
A spirit enchained for freedom.
What pity,
The secrete mirrors of love
In scrolls carry thy name.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
April 5,2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And vice-versa. Wonderfully compact! MM