Shohlet Abbas The last leaves were falling…

The last leaves were falling from the trees slowly
The yellow leaves were like the last hopes.
They were like the last lines of a song
The fall was leaving these mountains slowly.

Some couples joined each other but some grieved secretly
The wedding of joining, the wedding of regret
A beautiful girl hurried, a brave guy was late
The memories will torture them till the end of life.

The people didn’t have anything to do anymore
The nature was covered in yellow, golden leaves.
The world was so tired, was falling asleep
The nature could a bit endure, could have a bit patience
The last leaves were falling.

To share my grief… 
I have nobody to share my grief
Tell me please, can you carry my grief?
The words are fake, the hearts are icy, and looks are cold
Is it possible to be inspired in such a situation?

Some people are unmasked by their fake words
The border of fear and alertness are lost.
If you are courageous have a little patience
When will the troubled days be over?

Surely the walls and the room are tired,
I can’t fall asleep at nights.
I wonder if we make efforts to run from this destiny
Will the unhappy days be lost in the horizons?

I have headache because of ups and downs of the life
I never was eager to have wealth of this world.
When I long for to watch the views of the nature
I don’t know whether its games are new or old ones.

Shohlet will live this life somehow
His only company is always grief
He never gained anything though he tried
How can he move forward with such sorrow?

You broke up with me…
I wonder why you broke up with me
I don’t know why you fell out with me…
You broke up with the poet who gave his heart to you,
Who fell in love with you madly.

At times even the native ones behave as strangers,
Using the chance the strangers get over the fences.
Those who fell out always reconcile at holidays
I know exactly you fell out with me in vain.

Tell me if you want me to ride my reed-horse
And to visit your quarter in order to see you
Will you come to see me there?
Imagine you fell out with Shohlet
Who is like a moth
Why did you fall out with me?

 Don’t remember me! 
The day will come my fame will dazzle the eyes
Then if you will wake up from a sudden dream
Look round the past, look round yesterday
And if you pour the grief of your heart into your eye
Like the tears burning your cheeks
Like the memory that causes pains
If your friends become a load to your life
Suppress your feelings and memories
Don’t remember me, my darling!

The past was left in the past, live with today,
Even a sweet memory is a pain in itself.
Don’t turn to a memory in your lonely times,
Don’t think what Shohlet achieved from so many grief.
The life changes, the time changes
Everybody measures the life with their own heart
Supposition and doubt compete with each other
Try  to test the world  through your own
Don’t remember me, my darling!
Translator: Sevil Gulten.