Soul Train
English version by Robert Sampson and Momin Khan
My soul is restless in search of the beautiful;
As the breeze yearns for the scent of flowers.
Your beauty is like the sun drying up the dew;
Dawn breaks, and turns my tears to laughter.
When I contemplate your beauty
My heart marvels at your sight.
The image of your face
Makes my soul sing like a bird.
Within this frail body my soul
Lies visible, like pure wine in the glass.
Once my search discovered your radiant beauty
My spirit moved – spinning day and night like the sun.
In search of your cheeks I became a nomad;
My soul wanders as far as India and Khorasan.
-- from The Poetry of Rahman Baba: Poet of the Pashtuns, translated by Robert Sampson and Momin Khan (available from http://rahmanbaba-poetry.com/ )
