A Voiceless Cry by Nadia Anjuman (1980-2005)

The sound of green footsteps is the rain

They’re coming in from the road, now

Thirsty souls and dusty skirts brought from the desert

Their breath burning, mirage-mingled

Mouths dry and caked with dust

They’re coming in from the road, now

Tormented-bodied, girls brought up on pain

Joy departed from their faces 

Hearts old and lined with cracks

No smile appears on the bleak oceans of their lips

Not a tear springs from the dry riverbeds of their eyes

O God!

Might I not know if their voiceless cries reach the clouds,

the vaulted heavens?

The sound of green footsteps is the rain. 

July/August 2002

Translated by Zuzanna Olszewska and Belgheis Alavi

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