Versifier: Qeisar Maminpour
Translator: Gholam Moradi
I am tired of this Desert (Kavir), this old and blind desert
This undue falling, this inevitable descending
The sky with no object, the winds with no direction
Careful clouds, polite willows
O’ strange seeing, O’ sudden looking
O’ you, always present in minds, O’ you, yet unique
Each verse of you clear, each surah of you eloquent
Like a line of the Falling (Hobot), like a stria of the Desert
Like the sudden poem, like respite less weeping
Like the moments of revelation, inevitable
O’ strange passenger in your own territory
I get acquainted with you, with you in this itinerary
In this silent Desert, as soon as you called me
I saw you but from far, I saw you but very late
That’s you on the other side free beyond the bars
This is me on this side confined behind the bars
Get my exhausted hand like a child
Take me away with yourself; I am tired of this Desert