English Translation by Karamat Ghori

(Ode to the lost memory of a lone child)
Like a pale moon in a circle of painful gloom
With knotted hair and harassed eyes
He leads a gypsy life.
One by one all those close to him
Have left him alone in the mist of times.
He lurches and straggles on a foggy path.
Ali've forsaken him
And he has lost himself,
forgotten who he's,
where is he headed for.
A wounded, bleeding past is splattered
Like blood on a blank white sheet.
The future is fractured too,
like ghastly shadows haunting the memory lane.
From the halo of grief
Comes up a pale blue moon.