I have never in my life
written poems, but in my foreignness
my feeling is that I need it now.
Out of my homesickness I became a poet,
and separation from the people I love
has made me very sad.
Mother, father, brothers and sisters, I miss you.
I share memories and love only with you.
Oh God, the loneliness is unbearable
after such wonderful days with you.
Sometimes contentment prevails,
but usually it gives way to sadness
and to suffering, and I have to overcome myself anew
again and again.