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.
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Translation: Sayeed Abubakar
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