Tonight,
in a marvelous dream, it will extend to the direction of the words. Wind will say something. An apple will fall, will roll over the attributes of the ground will go until the presence of night’s absent homeland The roof of an illusion will collapse. Eye, will see the vegetal melancholic intelligence. An ivy will climb up the sight of God Mystery, will overflow. Root of the period’s asceticism will decay. In the way of darkness the edge of the water’s converse will shine, The inner part of the mirror will grasp. Tonight the stem of the sense will shake by the blow of Friend, Consternation will shed. At the bottom of night, an insect will experience the fresh portion of loneliness. Inside the Morning word Daybreak, will come. Sepehri, sohrab (1928 - 1980) Translated from Persian by Nasrin Yavari Comments are closed.
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