To the wood - On the sledges and on the sleighs, In the coats and in the sables - As the rich as the unlucky men Run out - to The mysterious wood’s brake, Every now and again - To the wolfs and to the bears’ dens. There abide, Looking like the tired braves, Venerable giant mates In two girths and even in several ones. And there I Chew and swallow the air - Yes, I’m only at this place - Though behind the bars of trees - at large!
© Akbar Muhammad. Translation, 2016