Umid Ali writes

STABILITY

The sly world fools you, 

It captures your soul. 

Or it robs your senses, 

It makes you blind soon.

You deny yourself 

You feel living is folly now 

And you will get slapped 

From the echo of your words

You depart from your every moment, 

You dislike the joy of subsistence. 

Now you are unfamiliar to yourself, 

The estrangement never gives up.

To concede is a yoke. The endless pain, 

You spit at all of them. 

At the end you lavish: 

You will go over that silence laughing.

-- tr. Asror Allayarov from "The Gate Opened by Angels"

 

 The Blind -- Egon Schiele