Sunday, August 21, 2011

The Night is About to Fall


The star blinks his eyes,
Looks at his watch and says:
It’s only nine o’clock.
The first star asks:
Have you taken
Too much whisky today?
It is about six  o’clock,
And then he draws the curtain aside…
And the seventh horse of the sun
Comes up to the door.
A star says to me: Let us  sleep now.
The night is about to fall.


Tr.Baidar Bakht
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