Saturday, May 28, 2016
Umid Ali writes
You put fire into my root,
The sorrows could evoke a soul.
I separated myself from myself,
And realized what the soul is.
Soul is happiness, an angel and honor –
A frill of the eighteen thousand of the world
If any spark falls into my heart,
It is great “Hamsa” of a poet Navoi.
Here the body, here a soul, heart –
They are giving up because of love.
What pain have you given me?
I am not even taking breath without love.
--tr. Asror Allayarov, from "The Gate Opened by Angels"