Another Birth

My entire soul is a murky verse
Reiterating you within itself
Carrying you to the dawn of eternal burstings and blossomings
In this verse, I sighed you, AH!
In this verse,
I grafted you to trees, water and fire

Perhaps life is
A long street along which a woman
With a basket passes every day
Perhaps life
Is a rope with which a man hangs himself from a branch
Perhaps life is a child returning home from school
Perhaps life is the lighting of a cigarette
Between the lethargic intervals of two lovemakings
Or the puzzled passage of a passerby
Tipping his hat
Saying good morning to another passerby with a vacant smile

Perhaps life is that blocked moment
When my look destroys itself in the pupils of your eyes
And in this there is a sense
Which I will mingle with the perception of the moon
And the reception of darkness

In a room the size of one solitude
My heart
The size of one love
Looks at the simple pretexts of its own happiness,

At the pretty withering of flowers in the flower pots
At the sapling you planted in our flowerbed
At the songs of the canaries
Who sing the size of one window.

Ah
This is my lot
This is my lot
My lot
Is a sky, which the dropping of a curtain seizes from me
My lot is going down an abandoned stairway
And joining with something in decay and nostalgia
My lot is a cheerless walk in the garden of memories
And dying in the sorrow of a voice that tells me:
"I love
Your hands"

I will plant my hands in the flowerbed
I will sprout, I know, I know, I know
And the sparrows will lay eggs
In the hollows of my inky fingers
I will hang a pair of earrings of red twin cherries
Round my ears
I will put dahlia petals on my nails
There is an alley
Where the boys who were once in love with me,
With those disheveled hairs, thin necks and gaunt legs
Still think of the innocent smiles of a little girl
Who was one night blown away by the wind
There is an alley which my heart
Has stolen from places of my childhood

The journey of a volume along the line of time
And impregnating the barren line of time with a volume
A volume conscious of an image
Returning from the feast of a mirror

This is the way
Someone dies
And someone remains
No fisherman will catch pearls
From a little stream flowing into a ditch

I
Know a sad little mermaid
Dwelling in the ocean
Softly, gently blowing
Her heart into a wooden flute
A sad little mermaid
Who dies with a kiss at night
And is born again with another kiss at dawn

hafez

I said I long for thee

You said your sorrows will end.

Be my moon, rise up for me

Only if it will ascend.

گفتم غم تو دارم، گفتا غمت سرآید

گفتم که ماه من شو، گفتا اگر برآید

I said, from lovers learn

How with compassion burn

Beauties, you said in return

Such common tricks transcend.

گفتم ز مهرورزان رسم وفا بیاموز

گفتا ز خوبرویان این کار کمتر آید

Your visions, I will oppose

My mind's paths, I will close

You said, this night-farer knows

Another way will descend.

گفتم که برخیالت راه نظر ببندم

گفتا که شبروست او، از راه دیگر آید

With the fragrance of your hair

I'm lost in my world's affair

You said, if you care, you dare

On its guidance can depend.

گفتم که بوی زلفت گمراه عالـمم کرد

گفتا اگر بدانی هم‌اوت رهبر آید

I said hail to that fresh air

That the morning breeze may share

Cool is that breeze, you declare

With beloved's air may blend.

گفتم خوشا هوایی کز باد صبح خیزد

گفتا خنک نسیمی کز کوی دلبر آید

I said, your sweet and red wine

Granted no wishes of mine

You said, in service define

Your life, and your time spend.

گفتم که نوش لعلت ما را به آرزو کشت

گفتا تو بندگی کن، کو بنده‌پرور آمد

I said, when will your kind heart

Thoughts of friendship start?

Said, speak not of this art

Until it's time for that trend.

گفتم دل رحیمت کی عزم صلح دارد

گفتا مگوی با کس تا وقت آن درآید

I said, happiness and joy

Passing time will destroy.

Said, Hafez, silence employ

Sorrows too will end my friend.

گفتم زمان عشرت دیدی که چون سرآمد؟

گفتا خموش حافظ کاین قصه هم سرآید

sohrab

NEAR A DISTANT REALM

There was a woman at the door
Standing with a body as ever
I approached her:
Her image flooded my eyes.
Speech turned into wings of passion and knowledge.
Shadow turned into sun.

I walk out in the sun
I was carried away by pleasing signs:
I went as far as childhood and sands
As far as delightful mistakes
As far as abstract objects
I neared picturesque waters
And trees laden with pears
With an ever-present trunk
I breathed with the wet truth.
My feeling of wonder mingled with the tree.
I perceived I abutted on the throne of God
I felt a bit distraught.
Man goes to seek solace
When he feels crestfallen.
I did too.

I went as far as the table
The yogurt’s taste, the fresh green plants
There was bread to eat with a cup and saucer:
My throat pined for a goblet of vodka.

I returned:
The woman was there at the door
Standing with a body of deadly wounds.
An empty can
Kept paring away
The water's throat.

miss you....

now...the only thing need is to be whit you once again.

حضور...

چنانچه با حضور..توجه و نیز تقدس زندگی کنیم

هر لحظه از زندگی می تواند..

مراسمی زیبا باشد که ارتباط ما را با خالق هستی و موجودات و

تمامی شکل های حیات گرامی می دارد.

لحظه های ناب... عشق

ازدواج..یک حلقه ی ازدواج و یا تکه کاغذی که ان را امضا می کنیم و سند ازدواج محسوب می شود نیست.

...و یا

یک جشن عروسی که از ان به بعد همه ما را زن و شوهر می شناسند

ازدواج یک واژه نیست..یک فعل است

چیزی نیست که ان را به دست بیاریم

چیزی است که باید ان را انجام بدیم..

nights

How many nights have i passed thinking...
how nice it could be if we always stayed together...