There is a strange bitter taste in my mouth <br />The crystal water as it strikes <br />the rocky slabs <br />tears me also into shreds <br />Perhaps at a little distance from here <br />It is snowing in the mountains. <br />Everything is cold. I hold nothing against anyone. <br />Why does the moon peer from a cloud? <br />Why hold up someone who is intent on leaving? <br /> <br />[Translated by Muhammad Salim-ur-rahman]<br /><br />Muhammad Izhar ul Haq<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-79/
