Thereís only ice above me and below. What will I break - the bottom or the top? Forget thy fears, Iíll go up with the hope On our meeting, and my further job. Ice of the top, get a breakdown and crack! I sweat for like a tiller in the season. To thee, my love, Iíll certainly be back, Just as I wrote of in that old sea song. My age is young - Iíve crossed my forties slightly, Thank the Lord God and thee that Iím alive. Iíve gotten what to sing to the Almighty, And I believe itíll justify my life.
© Akbar Muhammad. Translation, 2007
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