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Konya, Turkey
- 13th Century
(born in Balkh,
Afghanistan)
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All day I think
about it,
Then at night
I say it.
Where did
I come from,
And what am
I supposed to be doing?
I have no
idea.
My soul is
from elsewhere,
I'm sure of
that,
And I intend
to end up there.
This drunkeness
began in some other tavern.
When I get
back around to that place,
I'll be completely
sober.
Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent,
Sitting in
this aviary.
The day is
coming when I fly off,
But who is
it now in my ear,
Who hears
my voice?
Who says words
with my mouth?
Who looks
out with my eyes?
What is the
soul?
I cannot stop
asking.
If I could
taste one sip of an answer,
I could break
out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come
her of my own accord,
And I can't
leave that way.
Whoever brought
me here
Will have
to take me home.
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