Untitled XVII

I wonder-is anyone here
A stranger as forlorn as I?
His heart wounded, his eyes tearful
A stranger as forlorn as I?

Let no one be lonesome like me
Or writhe in exile's agony.
Teacher, I hope no one will be
A stranger as forlorn as I.

They'll say, "He's dead. that sad stranger"
Hearing of it three days later,
They'll wash my corpse in cold water
A stranger as forlorn as I.

Yunus gets no help nor pity.
No cure for his calamity,
Drifting from city to city
A stranger as forlorn as I.