Intoxicaton of the Ruined Love

Afternoon is sleeping like a snake. Crossing the hot noon of summer she is breathing now in the bamboo-clump which way a farmer tastes his hookah sitting under the margin-tree in a sun-burnt field. Afternoon spreads the burnt smell of tobacco. The lovers of Summer, inhaling the intoxication of tobacco-flowers, wait for evening. Evening, like a lane-ousted train, destroys the peasants’ fields . Like the burning coals of hookah, stars bloom in the sky. The snake enters into a hole. The lovers return home crashing their beloveds under feet like the filter of cigarette. --------------- Translation: Sayeed Abubakar