I, Too, Was

once, in that gathering colourful and fragrant, i, too, was
once, face-to-face with that angelic beauty, i, too, was

now remains no desire, no hope, nor search, even
but, it is true that full of dreams, once, i, too, was

why complain that a rival spent the evening with my beloved?
i hear that in their tete-a-tete, i, too, was

for a while now, i have been living in the wildernesses
but, once, in the hue and cry of the city-forest, i, too, was

now all that remains is a mound of ashes, O Sifar
but, once, full of life and hope and breath and blood, i, too, was