The points is not <br />whether your hair is wet or dry, <br />whether it is still long or has been cropped, <br />whether your cheeks are glowing or not; <br />the points is <br />whether the writing can be seen or not. <br /> <br />Remove the piece of paper tied to its leg <br />before you allow the homing pigeon to fly away. <br />The winter is over <br />and the supply of dried meat has been laid in. <br />Before you hole up in the cellar <br />look out for me a last time; <br />and if my horse returns without me <br />take off from in the saddle and the saddle-bag. <br />And should a traveler, covered with snow, <br />call for help in the deserted settlement <br />give him shelter in the cellar. <br />After all, you are not an angel. <br />woman. <br /> <br />[Translated by Muhammad Salim-ur-rahman]<br /><br />Muhammad Izhar ul Haq<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/authorization/
