Chaosplay

I found some of old translations I did for one of my class I thought I might as well put it up here…

Poem by Mir Dard

It was a school or temple, or it was Makkah or church.
We were all guests, only you were the host.

Oh! How sad it is. I found just before death.
It was only a dream, what I saw. It was only a fairytale, what I heard.

It is sad to say autumn is in the garden.
There was some grass, which was my friend.

This place is going crazy with all these people coming and going.
My heart used to be the place for your peace.

It is useless to remember them, try to be happy.
Dard, it is not important if they remember me or not.