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You live in beautiful circles
your hair is held
by a round pin
so responsibly
A costly chain
submits itself
to your neck
A watch that is never wrong
lies against your wrist
A delicate belt
embraces your waist
Your feet
are encircled by those shoe-straps
through which you walk on our earth
I will not mention those hidden circles
that might hold you
let them remain just as beautiful
as they are
I have never played on you
the game of taking off clothes
in my imagination
You live in beautiful circles
and I in difficult lines
what can I do for you
but
come running back to you
with the ball in my mouth
that you kicked
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2 comments:
Haven't heard this before. Is this your translation?
No, it isn't.
This is from http://www.amazon.com/Rococo-Other-Worlds-Selected-Wesleyan/dp/081956933X
I read it in the Annual of Urdu Studies. The translations are by Musharraf Ali Farooqi.
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