'This was the site'
Said the guide in fright
Only this much could he say
And I stood awestruck
A shattered pool and a crumbled garden
Shadows of paths
Where once princesses trod
Were covered with dead leaves
Ghostly fragrance of royal love
Lay in silence in perfect imbalance.
Like a specter I moved along
Through the shattered silence
Without guidance
All alone in that zone.
For what? I can't say
For this empire belonged to me
These ruins..
These smell- less flowers
All belonged to me
Or....
It might have been my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem