Far From The Self, Alone Poem by Matin Bairagi

Far from the self, alone-
I, I was strolling with myself.
The far horizon was grey and the fading sky clouded over with howls.
The light was stooping down like a pumpkin creeper bowing shiverly.
I, I was strolling alongside myself, touching my body and boldness.
And a farewell was bidden to me by the hands stretched out of the trees
The birds of the dinosaur age were flying.
There appeared a picture from whose head five men were getting out
And from them five throbbing thoughts.
A good many Suns departed in this part.
The particles of both the moon and the broken stars of the alighting gloom
Were flying in the air.
Births were subdued by deaths.
And crippled souls were grown out of births like bonsai rivers.
And they ceased to exist before seeing their body.
I, I was strolling with myself.
The ancient fossils were strolling in the Hupei Hill
And in a cave at the bottom of the Alps. I was strolling
Toward the West along a railroad close to Malibag.
The stone-cut images of both bisons and mammoths
Were fcused on my body in coldness of the fetid cave-
A city was crumbling down
And I was strolling with myself.

Translated by Abul Kayyum