Bitter Tales
O bitter tales!
It is long since the pages of our heart became your house
Those saddened eyes, those tawny cheeks are
Ominous signs of your inimical habits
O branches of sorrow!
Hundreds of springs and hundreds of autumns have passed
For buds that passed from this world in heartfelt pain
Hundreds of closed paths opened, and hundreds of caravans passed
Pharaoh died and Nimrod’s stories are over
But you are still budding and fresh
As if you came into bud just today
O flames of disappointment!
Leave us for just one day
Not only our hearts deserve to be burnt
For just once go to another house
O bitter tales!
We are fed up with life because we play host to you
Take care! If the seeker of life doesn’t come
Then tomorrow from the ruins of sorrow
We will set off, and you will be without shelter
And in this world
You will be left homeless.
2001
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