We hear

Poet: Zehra Nigah

 

We hear that even the jungle lives by a certain code

 

We hear that when the lion has eaten his fill

He does not attack

But goes and stretches out beneath the dense shade of trees

 

When strong gusts of wind make the trees shudder

The starling leaves her own children

To protect the crow’s eggs with her wings 

 
 

We hear that if a young bird falls out of the nest

All the jungle wakes up from sleep

 

We hear that when in some river

The tawny shadow of the weaverbird’s nest trembles over the water’s surface

The silver fish of the river regard it as a neighbour

 

If a storm comes, or a bridge collapses

Then on a single plank of wood

The squirrel, snake, goat, and leopard all huddle together

 

We hear that even the jungle lives by a certain code

 

O Lord! O Glorious, Revered One

O Wise, Just, and Mighty One

In this city of mine

At least put into practice some code of the jungle  

 
 

We hear that even the jungle lives by a certain code

 
 

Translated by Zahra Sabri