Pencil 3

My daughter

Little dear daughter

Lights a pencil

With a sharpener.

The sky of the white paper

Begins to be filled with light.

The black bird flying away with the tree;

Glasses on the eyes of the peacock;

The fire chariot flying in the air;

The airplane walking on the road;

The lion having a conversation with the cow;

A one-eyed sun on the black tree

With a patch of cloud over it;

A blue fish flying on the forehead of the cloud;

The yellow butterfly swimming in the waterfall.

My darling daughter,

In her ecstasy

Is busy drawing

Strange pictures.

But when the schoolmaster

Gives her homework,

My darling doll

Breaks the tip of the pencil

In anger,

And the candle of the pencil

Is  extinguished.

Only the smoke remains

On the sky of the white paper.

Tr. Baidar Bakht