Amidst a vast meadow the last time when I met her
I said: ‘Come again a time like this
if one day you so wish
twenty-five years later.’
This been said, I came back home.
After that, many a time, the moon and the stars
from field to field have died, the owls and the rats
searching grains in paddy fields on a moonlit night
fluttered and crept! – shut eyed
many times left and right
several souls! – awake kept I
all alone – the stars on the sky
faster still, time speeds by.
Yet it seems
Twenty-five years will forever last.
(After Twenty-five Years, translated by Luna Rushdi)