The postern

Postern.

They told him

If you deal with other man’s head, kin and birth

Go that way

For it is small, invisible

But goes everywhere.

But be careful who you choose for your herald

And how his spool writes

Because you call on your own headsman

And today you are here and tomorrow maybe never again.

And if you are a respectable man

Take care of yourself all day long

Because the state will not tolerate when it’s about its head

And as soon as it notices that, the fetter will be put on your hands.

And if you are also a kaur

With an eternity behind you

Which only exerts force

The state shall name your deputy

And call you a troublemaker and a traitor

That deep inside you never were

But if someone passes through your postern

And hides behind you a bewitchment

They you await a calamity for all times to wait

For the right Hafiz to come

and return you to the right path.