I am that comet you all have cursed,
in the dark void drifting aimless and unsettled.
Love me like an avenger's lost
last chance at revenge.
I am that person whose shadow was carved on the tree,
and from that day on taken for dead.
Love me like a hallucination
in a crazed killer's fevered brain.
I am that wheat that Heaven too has singed with fire,
that has shivered even from the dog days' sunlight.
Love me like a masochist.
As you cherish reason when the unreasonable surround you.
I am that wolf whose cold bright bones the witch doctor holds in her hand.
To soil, to air, to flame, to water I will scatter like a spell.
Love me like miracles not seen even when sun and moon align
in the sixth degree under the sign of the ram.
August 25, 2004, Ürümchi
*Translated from the Uyghur by Joshua L. Freeman. See another of his translations *
*in the Advocate here. *