Darkness devours here catching lights,
the way a lizard devours mosquitoes
catching one after one with its tongue.
Here terrorism swallows captured lives,
the way demons in folk-tales
crunch a man’s bones.
Here distrust eats up catching hearts,
like a jackal eats up every bit
of an ill-burnt corpse on a pyre.
By tearing all the graves of Mohenjo-daro
and Mesopotamia,
by kindling lamps of atomic bombs,
here, the herds of wolves start dancing
at the pompous Festival of Feast;
they belch with satisfaction,
begin to brush their teeth, absorbed in fun.
Here, the dead men, injured from bombs,
cry out, ‘Help! Help! ‘
Here, the living men, eyes smeared with death
and nightmare, enter like Pharaoh’s mummy.
Here, the fine arts, binding talismans on their necks,
recite again and again the name of Satan.
Here, poems, like slaughtered wild pigeons,
flutter their wings on blood.
Yet, the Sun, as usual, illuminates all regions, every day;
yet, the Moon, as usual, deludes all directions with her beauty.
Translation: 15 June,2017
