Your
voice is the chlorophyll of those strange plants that can only
grow at the intimacy of sorrow.
In the dimensions of the era of
darkness, I am lonelier than the taste of a soulful chord played on the
wide open palms of these snowy, deserted lanes.
Come! Come and I
will tell you how vast my loneliness is.
And my loneliness had never
thought of your massive advent, inside the defined limits of its
silent rest.
But that is how Love is.
Look! there is no
one, Let us steal life and then divide it in two
rendez-vous!
Come! Come and let us try to understand the taste of
ashes and dusts, at last.
Come! Come and let us rush to the
waterfall and the baptism of sands.
Look at the hands of the
fountain above the spinning clock of pool: They are making a circle out
of time. Come and be water this time!
Come, Come and be a word to
my blunt rhyme. Come and flow, like a breeze, in my plain line. Come and
melt in my hands the lightly mass of Love.
Look! there is no
one, Let us steal life and then divide it in two rendez-vous!
Warm
me! Warm me in these freezing, dark lanes.
I am cold and I am
scared of the product of matches and doubt. I am cold and I am scared of the
cemented face of my sight! I am scared of the lifeless chant of this
night.
Come, Come and let me not fear these towns!
Open me
like a door to the sacred ascend of metals, and to the regular descent
of fruits.
Charm me asleep! Charm me asleep under the dream of the
friction of flesh, and the combustion of matter!
And, when The
One who carries the bag of dawn comes along wake me up!
Wake me
up!
And then, Tell me about the bombs that fell when I was
sleeping... Tell me about the tears that flowed when I was
sleeping... Tell me how many doves fled from the trees...
Tell
me! Tell me: on the day the tank- drove over the dreams of a
child where did the young canaries hang the golden line of their
songs?
Wake me up, Wake me up and tell me, tell me about the
account of exports, and tell me about the science of music, and tell me
about the taste of bread in the stance of prophets.
And
then, As-if an evergreen Tree of Faith, I will plant you at the gates of
the Promised Garden.
- Sohrab Sepehri -
1928 -
1980
Translated by Maryam Dilmaghani
The
poem Beh Bagh-e Hamsafaran (literally meaning: To the Graden of Co-voyagers) was
first published in the anthology Hajm-e Sabz (The Green Mass) 1967, Tehran.
broken promises in pieces all over the ground ..... what is this silence ??? is it a cry a whisper or a tear for the fallen ??? no need to light candles, they will not reach the stars and there is no gods to listen your prayers ..... there is just struggle and an endless survival !!!
I have cried so many tears over these three plus decades. Like the many families directly affected by this whole series of events, my family’s tears have not been in short supply. Our tears have joined all the tears from over 500 years of oppression. Together our tears come together and form a giant river of suffering and I hope, cleansing.
Injustice is never final, I keep telling myself. I pray this is true for all of us.
According to NASA, around 90 to 100 bright and colorful meteors can be seen
per hour during the meteor shower's peak, which will take place August
11-12.
The crescent moon which marks the end of Ramadan appeared in Saudi Arabia on Aug. 7, 2013, sparking many Muslims to celebrate Eid al-Fitr on Aug. 8. Several countries, where the Shawwal moon had yet to appear, celebrated on Friday, Aug. 9.
Muslims worldwide are observing Eid al-Fitr, the holiday marking the end of
the holy month of Ramadan. Some Muslims observe the holiday for three days,
although the first day is typically the most important. Believers attend
prayers at their local mosques, share food to celebrate the end of the
Ramadan fast, and give gifts and money to the needy.
i am an ethnologist and human rights activist, in the last years more than anything else against USA Death Penalty and for American Indians prisoners’ rights.
i write, i love to draw and take-create pictures but i’m not an artist .... i hope for a better world and i believe in Freedom, the one we make with our hands !!!