An outsider will step in my soul, And he also may spit in it. Such foul tricks are the only goal, For which that outsider exists. He’s a one of the verso world, A character who’s out of ours. But if he were a one of the world that’s beyond, It’d be much more calmer for others.
© Akbar Muhammad. Translation, 2009
(akbarmuhammad.awardspace.co.uk)