Sonny, listen to a tale, Which wasn’t ever in print - It’s about a big bale Brought on by guests unbidden, It’s about an escape And a trap’s deadly grip... Sonny, listen to a tale, And don’t thou fall asleep. And there’s also some stuff I have no wish to rake, But it troubles me sometimes, Falls on and suffocates. Yet at night, there’s no reason To re-open those old deeds... It’ll be better for thee To see thy happy dreams.
It’s, 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)