Sakineh Mohamad, Sentenced to Death for Love.
Lord,
benevolent and kind,
I mean no offence,
and offer you a prayer:
Please, bless those who are
condemned,
please, help all those
led astray1.
For a long time, the stones for me have been gathered,
the hole has been dug-with my permission.
Lord,
benevolent and kind,
my story is written
back to front like our alphabet,
not read in a straight line.
Nor will you, my Lord,
and then even if
you could change a loop with stone,
you’ll never change my fate.
I see and unmask you:
Every single time
we do this thing
you find fault,
you stand off to one side
and wash your hands.
მთარგმნელი:Ani Kopaliani
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