AN AESRED POEM

At places the borders are unguarded
So if you watch your moment
You can slip across. A ruined imaret
Glittering with blue tiles, is the sign
Keep your eyes on it;.when it suddenly
Stands firm and whole as it stood
Four hundred years ago, you may know
You have passed the debatable lands
And must learn to wear again

The name you had before you were born.