by Muzhgan Saghar
Translated by Asadullah Jafari “Pezhman”
Who said, if your lips flower, the flower is sugar?
The lips that carry the juice of Helmand’s opium
Where is your home beautiful dawn?
How eager my heart is to see you
An anecdote that went from your eyes to the hearts
It is the talisman’s letter that was written in Balkh
No one will appear in my heart instead of you…do not say
Neither your competence nor the power of God
You know the woman who loves you is in prison
Her whole life is that glorious smile
Swear to pain that is hidden from you on her chest
She always keeps her promise to you!