Sonnet 10 Poem by Ahmad Shiddiqi

alone in the midst of the people
Dalai Lama had been fallen little by little
you decided to write a poem of apology
soaked by the flood after eight days of agony

French Suites are performed gently
he declared how to honor the family
does you really dream a skylight above Modena?
servants were well worth the extravagant fiesta

a street beggar did not feel either love or hate
as humble as an Oriental bird, you hear
the idyllic mansion waited for the last call
the rest of autumn like arduous fate
so much impatience ever since altogether
a past moment could be so innocence after all