21/02/21
by tahsib
If the boat sinks on the river’s edge, breaks its mast,
Let it drift, amidst the crowd of ships;
If the blue sky turns black, covered by clouds,
Stand holding an umbrella, leaving all tasks;
If the written fades away, carried by the wind,
Write it with your own hands, using henna ink;
If the lamp of the evening dims, the moon sets,
Light a clay lamp, across the long pond;
If someday I get lost, in a distant unknown land,
Love me still, floating on a cloud chariot;
If you see I’m no more, not in this world,
Forget me, in dreams or in reality!