My House Is Cloudy
My house is cloudy
The entire earth is cloudy.
Above the narrow pass, the shattered and desolate
Wind whirls downward.
The entire world is desolated by it
So are my senses!
O piper who has lost the road entranced by the melody of the flute,
Where are you?
My house is cloudy but
The cloud is on the verge of weeping .
In the memory of my bright days that slipped through my fingers,
I cast a look upon my sun on the threshold of the ocean
And the entire world is desolated and shattered by the wind
And on the road, the piper continues to play his flut.,
In this cloud-filled world
His own path stretching out before him.
By Nima Yushij
3 Poems of Nima Yushij