You Are Not Present, Yet Here And There We Are Two Wet, Soaked Lovers Poem by peshawa kakayi

PESHAWA KAKAYI
TRANSLATED BY: DALIYA RAOUF
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You are not here, yet; in pigeons cooing you sing your blues for me.
I am not there, yet; under the thin wings of bats
I sing melancholic melodies for you.
You are not here, yet; in the garden you harvest flowers
And whisper to the pigeons to carry them to me!
I am not there, yet; together with bat in a poem,
I have come to roost under your house eaves,
to listen to your laments.
You are not here, I am not there,
Yet; we are two grieving lovers,
Two inseparable wet wings,
That cannot fly without each other.