My Horse

How sluggishly do I walk
On the way to meet my friend
I am coming to my life's end
Far away i am from my friend
The horse that bears me is reluctant
To move forward at a faster pace
It puts one foot in front of the other
As if by some instinct it does know
His rider loves not a high speed
My hard whips cannot provoke it
To walk faster and faster on the road
Sometimes anger thrusts into its head
When heavily it refuses to rise up
More disgusting to me,
For it puts in my mind:
My friend is inaccessible,
He is behind the horizons-
Where my horse cannot reach

Mohammad Younus
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