Poet: Parto Rohilla
Translation: Faraz Jamil Kakar

That bird…

She was beautiful

She was gorgeous

Frail and delicate

Wounded by a hunter

She was lying by the roadside

Writhing in agony

But alive…

I went close to her

Placed her on a branch

I carried water hand-cupped 

And brought some to her

I gently breathed into her beak

But suddenly

She flew away

Even before

I… carrying my own sinful past

Could cherish for a moment

This small act of kindness

She flew away

I looked into the sky

The bird pounced in the air

And I saw a little butterfly

Trapped in her beak

A beautiful butterfly

A gorgeous butterfly

Frail and delicate butterfly

She was writhing in agony

But alive…