Who am I? A homeless vagrant,
a nobody, a lover
freed from any “I” and “you” spoken by
the people of desire.
My heart has shrunk away from
these shallow hypocrites
who pretend to be unruffled.
I am a lover of the realness of riff-raff.
Any animal has more honor
than these people.
The companionship of animals is sufficient
for me in this world.
It is only through deception that human beings are called
superior to all other creatures.
True humanity only exists
in the books around me.
All are busy fulfilling
the ego’s desire.
What can I say?
I am in prison in my own home.
Alas, Nurbakhsh, everywhere
you’re saying:
there is no beautiful one in this town
to be remembered by.