I say while a pigeon near me weeps .... 'O my neighbor, do you feel my condition? <br />You have never tasted the changes of hardship .... And worries have never crossed your mind <br />Do you carry so much sadness in your heart .... while you stand on such a high branch? <br />O my neighbor, time has not been just between us .... Come let me share some of my burdens with you <br />Come look at a soul that has become so weak, come .... that it goes back and forth in my body, torturing my mind <br />Will a prisoner laugh, and a free man cry? .... And a sad person remain silent, while the happy is loud? <br />I was more entitled to the tears than you .... but my tears in hardship have become rare (precious).'<br /><br />Abu Firas al-Hamadani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-private-conversation-of-a-prisoner/
