Thank Thee, O God, for Thy grace, That with time we forget any woe. But what troubles me doesn’t melt, As if it’s the perpetual snow. It doesn’t melt e’en in the summer, When I burn with the heat... And I know well that this trouble Will be ever with me.
© Akbar Muhammad. Translation, 2009
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