in the darkest nights..
the barren dryness of my sandy throat..
injures my sleeping thirst...
and i want to drink warm salty red...
in the shady black sleepless moments..
the sharp itch in my cold pointed teeth..
wounds the sensitive oral surface..
and i want to rest them in holes of warm delicious neck..
Author ~ Samin Jan Kakar
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I would like to translate this poem