I am a rain that nobody wants.

Even the streets don’t understand me.

I am the past perfect tense

And deep down inside me are buried

The ghosts of anonymous travellers,

Of infamous seadogs and all of the dead.

I am a certain word small children fear

And which the poets have forgotten.

I’m Buddha’s face in Bamiyan,

Stolen, sold on from my homeland,

And I am a corpse, knocked down

In Stockwell, ignored by the binmen.

***The literal translation of this poem was made by Hamid Kabir

The final translated version of the poem is by Nick Laird

 

About the Poet

reza-muhammadiThe prize-winning poet, Reza Mohammadi – widely regarded as one of the most exciting young poets writing in Persian today – was born in Kandahar in 1979. He studied Islamic Law and then Philosophy in Iran before obtaining an MA in Globalisation from London Metropolitan University. His three collections of poetry have gained him many awards, such as from the Afghan Ministry of Culture in 2004 and prizes for being Iran’s best young poet in 1996 and 1997. Reza Mohammadi is also a prolific journalist and cultural commentator. His articles have been published in journals in Afghanistan and Iran, as well as in English by The Guardian.