All things resemble each other.
Here or in India or in Africa
We feel the same love for grains.
Before death we tremble together.
Whatever tongue he may speak,
His eyes will utter the meaning.
Whatever tongue he may speak,
I hear the same winds
That he is gleaning.
We humans have fallen apart.
Boundaries of land split our mirth.
We humans have fallen apart.
Yet birds are brothers in the sky,
And wolves on the earth.
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Mustafa Ata, untitled. |
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