I am but the wayfarer
Of the path of love
Love of the self I have forgone
Memory of the loved ones I have given up
In great repose though I understand I can live
Painful is my life when your memories
Like pages from a book torn I recollect
I sell my heart to buy me a living
Wash not my feet
For my feet has the dust
Of centuries of separation
25/9/2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem