مرثيه

Elegry

On Forough's death

Searching you

I weep at the threshold of the mountain,

At the margin of the sea and the foliage.

 

Searching you

I weep at the passage of winds,

In the crossroads of window

That builds an old frame

Out of a cloudy sky.

 

Awaiting your image

How long,

How long this empty volume

Will be flipped through?

 

To accept the flow of the wind

And to accept love,

The sister of deth

And eternity

Which has

Imparted its mystery to you.

Then you became a treasure,

Imperative and greed provoking,

A treadure of that sort

That has made ownership of the earth and towns

The way they are

So pleasant!

 

Your name is like daybreak passing over the brow of the sky

- May your name be blessed! -

And we are still

Rehearsing

The night and the day

And the present moment…