Dread

Dread

How Dreaded i'am
When i return,
A venmous Rumor you serve me...

How Dreaded i'am
When i embrace you,
You carry the scent of unfamiliar...

How Dreaded i'am
When i return,
that the melody of your gaze's whispers,
and the rhythm of your echoes will have shifted.
When i return,
the warmth I left on your hand,
may not remain as it was...

Even more than this,
How Dread iam, my friend, my dear
When i return,
You're yourself, And i have changed!

-Abdullah Pashew
Vienna 28/10/1980

Translated by Karina Marewan