Sonny, listen to a tale, Which wasnít ever in print - Itís about the big bale From the guests unforeseen, Itís about the escape And the trapís deadly grip... Sonny, listen to a tale, Donít fall thou asleep. And thereís also some stuff I have no wish to rake, But it troubles me sometimes, Grasps me and suffocates. Yet at night, thereís no reason To re-open those old deals... Itíll be better for thee To see thy happy dreams.
Itís, dear sonny, thy old man - He knows what is what. He saw various contexts And knew lots of folks.
© Akbar Muhammad. Translation, 2016
(akbarmuhammad.awardspace.co.uk)