For a New Poem

Translated by M Harunur Rashid

While I thought deeply of the spring, the winter came
With its bare boughs and topless trees

There's a world of dreams in the brown leaves and dust
Before the leaf-gatherers come and the Shaliks take over, 
A morning has lost its way in the dense fog

I too am standing on the way
Deep inside me there's a tall bare tree
Spreading out green boughs for a new poem.

 *From: The Story of Bones and Other Poems (Shamabesh, 2012)