It is night and it is not raining
But my eyes burn and rain tears
I don’t know what brings these tears
I am not in love, nor have I thought of someone
I know I pretend, I am not sure which pain it is
I am full of unknown pains, full of tears
Maybe the pain is my only friend
And wants me to share with him
No, my heart is not a pagan
My heart is not following my lust
Let me cry, and let my heart rain
It is the only way to think of my friend
Translated from Dari by Pari.
Afghan girl pouring tea in an ADP camp, Kabul, 2012. By Seamus Murphy.
Source: The Secret Lives of Afghanistan’s Female Poets, Slate Magazine