The Black Mountain

I am taking my first feeble steps

from behind my ancient black mountain,

from the prison in which I was a captive for years.

I feel the snowflakes on the infected wounds on my body;

the snowflakes sit on my wounds and I enjoy it_

I am Winter’s child!

 

And you but find refuge in the very black mountain

in which _until today_ my body and soul was in torture;

 

Because you are unaware of the history of my tortures!

 

My wounded soul

like my tattered skin

is now disgusted with any clothes;

Yes, my Dirty body is disgusted with clothing.

 

And you escape from me

to hide in a black mountain like my ancient one;

 

Because you are unaware of the history of my tortures!

 

But no place can hide you from the arrows of my Impure eyes,

My eyes see you nude

if that is your biggest fear;

With my eyes, I touch every inch of your body

if that is your biggest fear;

 

You are unaware of the history of my tortures!

 

With your words, you hit me in the head,

and you give a fresh whip to my torturer

to carve a new wound on the slashed skins of my sisters;

With your words, you picture a window

facing the very mountains from which I have escaped_

 

You are unaware of the history of my tortures!

 

You guide me to the bloody ancient mountain,

But I will not go to your paradise;

You guide me to the path of heaven,

But I will not go back to my inferno!

 

You truly are unaware of the history of my tortures!

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