Avar from PeeranSal by Sabke Morde

(Official translation from Persian)
The Ruins:

No city, no walls, no tanbur and no one’s chanting,
Not in sleep, not a dream;
Incarnatus, Crucifixus.

Alas! Left alone at last, that well-sung white dove.
No city, no walls, no tanbur and no one’s chanting,
Not in sleep, not a dream;
Incarnatus, Crucifixus.

The smiling peasant, --
As bitter laugh is everlasting.
Nowhere to stay,
And no pathway to go on.

Wisheth he believed in the dream,
This spell is not just a tale;
In the white stallion, in the empyrean,
Black blood, dripping on the land.

No home, not even a dilapidated cabin;
All alone in the woods, at dawn.
The last feeble tears from the eyes,
Dripping on the cold forsaken land.

“His screams reached the heavens
Wept every man that heard his voice”
We all are insignificant;
On the verge of tears,
All alone, is what we are,
Screamed the old man.
Alas! This world, O, is not our world,
This sky is theirs to take.

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