SHIELD
Like one shekel pain,
Some sorrow, vexation.
The dolour in your eyes,
They permeated to distress.
The heart’s cuddle is gappy,
That tried to mourn.
Your resolves are bitter,
You cry silent.
The sadness grows,
The soul fractures.
The tongue will ossify,
It mutes without hint.
Life is yielding –
It is the happiness without target.
The darkest world –
It is the chained up fortune.
Your spirit is not joyous,
It is wearisome to the sky.
But you are alive –
The pride saves you.
-- tr. Asror Allayarov from "The Gate Opened by Angels"
Some sorrow, vexation.
The dolour in your eyes,
They permeated to distress.
The heart’s cuddle is gappy,
That tried to mourn.
Your resolves are bitter,
You cry silent.
The sadness grows,
The soul fractures.
The tongue will ossify,
It mutes without hint.
Life is yielding –
It is the happiness without target.
The darkest world –
It is the chained up fortune.
Your spirit is not joyous,
It is wearisome to the sky.
But you are alive –
The pride saves you.
-- tr. Asror Allayarov from "The Gate Opened by Angels"
Broken Soul -- Milene Hertug
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