Don’t ask me about me: I’m not inside me–
In its robe, my body walks on, all empty.
My love for you has plucked me away from me:
What sweet pain is this? It’s beyond remedy.
translated by Talat S. Halman
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This is so lovely.
Thanks for sharing it.
I’m glad you liked it, Christine.
Wonderful poetry!
I’m glad you think so.
Lovely poem. I always enjoy the words you share here.
Thank you, Mary, for that kind comment.
You’re welcome. 🙂
“Don’t ask me about me: I’m not inside me–
In its robe, my body walks on, all empty.”
These lines are ludicrously great!