Thereís only ice above me and below, And what have I to break - the bottom or the top? Forget thy fears, Iíll go up with the hope On our meeting, and of course my further job. Ice of the top, do crack and come apart! I sweat for like a tiller in the harvest time. And Iíll for sure come back to thee, my love, Just as I wrote of in that sea song of mine. My age is young - Iíve crossed my forties slightly. Iím saved by God and for twelve years by thee, my wife. Iíve gotten what to sing to the Almighty, And I believe my songs will justify my life.
© Akbar Muhammad. Translation, 2007
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