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Selected Short Poems Tanslated from Persian
1 Life
Mingles
the Word With
the secret In
such a manner That
we never believe in death 2 In
the birthday celebration of the world None
of the stars Would
be far away! 3 Surrounded
by death I
have opened The
little fountain of my heart On
the boundless field of the Word 4 I
plant a tree With
the Word In
my life. 5 One
day With
the hook of the Word We
will catch The
great mysterious fish of the world From
the ocean of time. 6 Rejection
of water…!? I
must become pure. 7 The
large arms of the world Constantly
tear apart The
chain of my words. 8 The
Word Sometimes
passes through me Like
a flood. When
I open my eyes I
realize that I am In
a far and outlying part of myself. 9 Joy
Is
an invisible balloon It
grows and grows and grows And Takes
the world with itself. 10 In
festivities How
small And
how horrible becomes joy! 11 A
drop of the hemlock of death Has
always dripped down Into
the wine of my joy and revelation. 12 Environment Is
a brook Which
runs Quite
and hidden From
the depth of every word. 13 What
is lust? Whose
sudden jet Runs
even over the Word. 14 Behold! Unless
you sow yourself unsparingly In
the field of the Word You
don’t grow! 15 The
calendar Is
a secretive and silent ocean One Hears
the roar of its wave Only
the moment When
it is drowning The
ship of the year. 16 The
accident Has
left me alone in silence. Oh… Who
can say something Greater
than NOW I
have lost the path of the Word. 17 How
amazing is the moment It
is heavy Like
the world And
light Like
the amnesia 18 I
wish Every
now and then I
could steal Tranquility
from death. 19 I
have switched on poetry Now,
I
am shining everywhere! 20 Release
me with your look! Release
me with your voice! Release
me with your behaviour Let
me flow Towards
you! 21 Let
me take you By
the secure path of sensuality To
a safe shelter Memory
is not a peaceful place. 22 It
seems as if my body Has
been taken out of The
mouth of a dinosaur I
am exhausted to death. 23 At
Christmas Loneliness Becomes
so condensed That
its weight Drags
you Deep
down in memories. 24 I
am lost in boundless dreams With
you Or
without you I
am lonely! 25 Loudly
I shouted: It
is me who is holy! And
the Word Is
the God of Gods! Now
I feel I
am clearer I
am more beautiful 26 Any
time I
look carefully at my life I
realize that I
have not moved anywhere Except
in the Word My
footprints Is
nowhere except in the word I
ought to cherish poetry. 27 In
my country They
take out NO Even
from silence And
dissolve it In
the acid of YES 28 NO
is the holiest The
weight of its truth Could
be even heavier Than
the YES of a nation. 29 When
it becomes official To
say NO The
light of Word Will
shine to the city Then,
Even
God become modest. 30 Let’s
write And
write and write, Till
the weather of the city Becomes
scented with Word. 1991
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