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ASK THE SKY,
Why does heaven exist? When you and I
Are in no doubt it doesn’t
Why does love exist? When you and I
Are in no doubt it doesn’t
Why does hell exist? When you and I
Are in no doubt it doesn’t
Why does re-incarnation exist? When you and I
Are in no doubt it doesn’t
Why do souls not exist? When you and I are
In no doubt they do
Why does the next life not exist? When you and I are
In no doubt it does.
Why does the motherland not exist? When you and I are
In no doubt it does.
Why is our language in our blood?
Why is it our native home?
Why does the yurt become part of our spirit?
Our spirit is a heroic epic
While that blue smoke slowly rising
And comforts my homesickness
WHEN I RETURN
It is June, there’s cold rain and I
am alone like a wolf
When I look into the distance
There’s just the sky without borders
Now, I’m living
And often feel
this pain
is only a tie that binds
REPLY
Should we pay the bill, for all we’ve
Done in this life?
Why do our tear-filled eyes
Meet with no sympathy, from other eyes?
Should I, without greed,
Face certain death
And must I compromise to find freedom?
Is it only fortune-telling
That brings me peace?
Will I live
With inexpressible pain hidden
In the deepest recesses of my heart
While I put on a show of happiness?
Will I always endure humiliation –
At the final moment
Let go of the hand of pain
Amid the sounds of dawn’s raindrops, let the earth’s breeze
Close my eyes?
I FEAR
To Adonis
I fear time
as if I fear that love will change
I fear spider webs
as if I fear to lose my memory
I fear the big bright lamp*
as if I fear that father’s eyes will close forever
I fear all illusions
as if I fear that an egret will fall from the sky
I fear lightning
as if I fear that
until death comes, poet
your soul will still suffer deep sorrows
Because you can not kiss your old mother
DREAM TRIP
We can only live in our dreams
The paths of our dreams stretch to the Middle Ages
I take leave from humiliation, and rush to Florence
In search of Tasso’s old home. There
I long to grip Michelangelo by the hand
Or meet the fairies in Da Vinci’s paintings
Only dreams and poetry are inseparable
They are not vain or hypocritical
As they rush into the depths of my soul,
I write this line: at the centre of the earth
We can only live in our own age
We can only thank this life’s pain
Sendoo Hadaa (b.1961)
is a poet and translator of international renown. He has lived in Ulaanbaatar, capital of Mongolia since 1991. He has won awards for poetry in india, the USA, Canada, Greece, China, and Russia, including the Mongolian Writers’ Union Prize. Since 1989, he has published 15 books of poetry. Sendoo’s recent collections of poems include “Sweet Smell of Grass” (in Persian 2016), “Aurora” (in Kurdish 2017), “Mongolian Long Song” (in Georgian 2017), WENN ICH STERBE, WERDE ICH TRÄUMEN (in German-Mongolian bilingual 2017)”Mongolian Blue Spots” (in Dutch,2017), and ” A Corner of the Earth”(in Norwegian 2017).Sendoo Hadaa’s influence transcends national and ethnic borders and he is recognized as a great poet of the 21th century. In 2006, he founded the ground-breaking World Poetry Almanac, which he continues to edit. Presently he also served as co-Chairman of the Council of Writers and Readers of the Assembly of Peoples of Eurasia, in Russia.
