Great Talent!

12.02.2012

My link with the sun is broken

And in the infinite expanse of death

I’ve lost the path of truth for life

But, no problem,

I continue to climb up the ladder

So that I can lighten my own impressive lamp

On the dusty pages of history

I speak calculatingly

I write calculatingly

I feed my precious dove of conscience, sitting in the cage of democracy

According to the times.

I hold the reigns of my restless mind

in the confined stable of courtesy and fine speech,

So that my mind stays inside the bounds of custom.

 

I have great talent,

Word by word, I’ve memorized Dale Carnegie’s book, How to Win Friends.

And I know well how to tell the ugliest girl in town,

“All my love is for you …

 … you are the most beautiful of all.”

 

I speak calculatingly.

Even when the neighbor’s dog barks at me,

I don’t reach for a rock,

When the neighbor’s dog barks at me,

I take off my hat of dignity

And say in the sweetest voice,

“Come, doggy, I was waiting for you!”

 

On the street, when I meet up with a bear,

I say with a silly smile,

“So glad to see you!”

And if the burden-bearing donkey,

twitches its ear towards me,

I screw up my face in deep thought,

And say,

“You’re right,

I was just thinking the same thing!”

 

I’ve got great talent,

And after 50 years of experience,

I’ve found the path to success.

One must let go of one’s dignity, just a bit,

And eat the bread according to the times.

 

I have great talent,

Thank God!

The International Organization of Migration

Has given me such a name,

A name even longer than Avicenna.[1]

 

I have great talent.

In 50 years I’ve learned,

How to calculate everything.

I don’t step on anyone’s toes,

I don’t share anything with these super warlords.

I have learned it in the past 50 years.

 

 

On my 50^th Birthday

Translation: Dr. Arle

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