The Story of My Life

The Story of My Life

I was ready to tell
the story of my life,
but the ripple of tears
and the agony of my heart
wouldn't let me.
 

I began to stutter
saying a word here and there
and all along I felt
as tender as a crystal
ready to be shattered.
 

In this stormy sea
we call life.
all the big ships
come apart
board by board.
 

How can I survive
riding a lonely,
little boat
with no oars
and no arms.
 

My boat did finally break
by the waves
and I broke free
as I tied myself
to a single board.
 

Though the panic is gone,

I am now offended.

Why should I be so helpless
rising with one wave
and falling with the next?
 

I don't know
if I am
nonexistence
while I exist,
but I know for sure
when I am

I am not
but
when I am not
then I am.
 

Now how can I be
a skeptic
about the
resurrection and
coming to life again.
 

Since in this world

I have many times
like my own imagination
died and
been born again.
 

That is why
after a long agonizing life
as a hunter,

I finally let go and got
hunted down and became free.

Translated by

Nader Khalili