Umid Ali writes

THE BALANCE 

I

The sky!

The wire-ink sky –

Its fire is igniting the moon –

Starts becoming black –

Air lacks air.

Mother earth!

Its fondness is the sun –

Its cuddle warms the soul –

Even though you suffer,

It gives you a place in its heart.

II

The sky!

The sky – ghost market…

They sell themselves to others.

With endless accounts,

A people of the ghost market

The earth!

The earth – soul market…

They devote themselves to you,

Gratis and gratis,

A people of the soul market

III

The sky!

Unthankful this sky –

Impracticable wish

The earth!

Kind mother earth –

The heart has grown up in the world. 

--tr. Asror Allayarov

[from THE GATE OPENED BY ANGELS]