Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Umid Ali writes


Winds arranged our meeting, 
Suddenly, our eyes tied up. 
Your long, insidious hair popped, 
O, it covered your face!

A fire is around my palm,
My soul and body will tremble.
I stretch out my hand to your hair,
When I feel a tremble at once.

My eyes released from the rapture,
Your sleepless eyes are your swallows.
On my hand… an enemy is wiggling –
Your eyes have been burned by jealousy. 

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



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