Sep 2011
See
Nasrudin is in the streets
he rides his donkey;
and see,
the people are in the streets
and the men and women point to Nasrudin
and they laugh;
and the children run behind Nasrudin's donkey
and they roll in the sand
and they laugh at Donkey;
and the youth
throw some old cups
at Nasrudin's donkey and they laugh
and see
Nasrudin sees all this
and he says to them:
*Yes, you may see the humor;
but I don't think you see the irony
Nasrudin is in the streets
he rides his donkey;
and see,
the people are in the streets
and the men and women point to Nasrudin
and they laugh;
and the children run behind Nasrudin's donkey
and they roll in the sand
and they laugh at Donkey;
and the youth
throw some old cups
at Nasrudin's donkey and they laugh
and see
Nasrudin sees all this
and he says to them:
*Yes, you may see the humor;
but I don't think you see the irony
I was going to go off after the last poem on Nasrudin...but one more had to be told...so the donkey took me back here; I was compelled...but now with this done, I must go...will ride back in mid-October...O donkey, we must go; there's work to be done, you know...not as creative as writing a poem, but it must be done - otherwise, how are we going to eat? So....let's go...and let's don't ride back here till the uninspiring work is done....
