Two poems by Matnazar Abdulhakim

Pain

Imagine
The man with a cut hand
Feels a searing pain
of the mythic hand.
My beloved,
I missed you so much.
I am in torment.
Are you feeling sore
At this moment?
Fairy-tale

There is a house
Where
A cold splendor reigns
All the time
And strict order makes it
The sublime.
The house
Is very neat.
However
People enter there
On the hearts
Wiping their feet.