The Boat | Nima Yushij | Ali Salami

My face is withered

My boat is stranded.

 

With my stranded bark

I cry:

“I am stranded in sorrow

In this dangerous seashore

And the water is far away

“Help, O friends!”

A smile of derision breaks upon their lips

But directed at me

At my askew boat

At my tumultuous words

At my infinite perturbation

At my infinite perturbation

Suddenly a cry issues from me:

I fear but danger and annihilation

The commotion of `to be or not to be'

It is but for endangered life.”

With their mistake

I buy mistakes

From their disheartening words

I suffer

Blood spurts out of my wound

How can I dry the water?

I cry.

My face is withered

My boat is stranded

My words are clear to you:

 

One person is alone

I extend my hand to you for help

 

My voice is broken in my throat

And if voice is voluble

I cry

For your salvation and mine

I cry!

©Ali Salami 2017