Wish

I truly wish,
with all my heart and soul,
to be reborn with the first breath
of budding spring…

I wish to be born
with each igniting tip of every match,
to live in burning tobacco,
stirred by people in despair,
striving to ease their worries and grief
with each match-tip’s flare…

I wish to be born
with every drop of rain delivered
from the clouds’ womb,
and with them, somehow, to shower down
on the whole world, helping the parched
and the sick quench their thirst,
healing every last one of them,
and seep down and disappear
with the last tear of the destitute,

with not a drop after me
to be shed…

Varand
Translated By: Tatul Sonentz