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birds dripping through the ceiling of a sunny day;
the banging window of loneliness

and the silent shedding of love;

| can hear blood moving through veins

| can hear the horse of truth whining in the distance

| feel close to the beginning of the Earth
| sense the pulse of flowers

I'm familiar with the wetness of water
and the green nature of trees

my spirit is young
and it is unemployed
it counts raindrops and the tiles of sidewalks;

I’ve never seen two trees hate each other
never seen a tree sell its shade to the ground
a tree will always freely offer its branches to birds

when | see a green leaf my eyes shine

like a plant's pot | listen to the music of growth;

like a basket full of fruit to ripe, | fever

like a house built on the shore, I’m aware of the tides

I'm happy with a single apple
and the scent of one sprig of mint;
I’m satisfied with a mirror and a clear relationship

| won't laugh if a balloon blows up

and | won't laugh if religion sends people to heaven or to
hell;

| recognize the voices of bats

the colours of deers, the paths of mountain goats;

| know where the orange will grow and where it won't
when the crow will come and the seagull will sing;

1 know when the eagle will die;

|. know how the moon and the stars look on a road at night

life is an interesting ritual

with wings as large as death

and an arch wider than love;

life is not something that should be forgotten on the
shelves of habits;

life is a hand that reaches out

a sweet strawberry in the mouth of summer;

life is the size of a tree as seen through the eyes of a honey-
bee;

life is a fluorescent worm at night

the feelings of immigrant birds

life is a train whistling across a sleeping bridge

life is watching a garden grow from a plane’s window
life is washing dishes

finding a dime on the street

| can’t explain why only dogs are good friends

why the peacock is beautiful

or why no-one keeps vultures in a cage;

and what does the orchid have which the dandelion lacks?

let's wash our eyes

to see in a different way

let’s wash our words;

words should be real winds
and words should be real rain

let’s close our umbrellas and walk in the rain
take our thoughts and memories in the rain
let’s take city people in the rain

let’s find love in the rain

let’s make love in the rain

let’s write and talk in the rain

let's taste light

and feel the weight of night as it hangs over a village, full
of peoples’ dreams;

let's acknowledge what lives in the cuckoo’s nest

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and let's not walk on the rules of the grass
let’s wonder everytime upon the new moon
and bring a basket

to fill with a bunch of red

and a bundle of green

we'll eat bread and feta cheese for breakfast

and not read a book from which the wind does not blow;
we'll not wish for bugs and roaches to vanish

and we'll try to understand that if the worm didn’t exist
life would lack something;

and if death didn’t exist
all the dead would wander forever, searching for answers;
and realize if coral didn’t exist

there would be a chasm in the skull of the ocean

~~

we'll not constantly ask where we are
we'll just smell the fresh flowers of the hospital

no space lives in the past

no bird sings in the past

no wind blows in the past;

there is a coat of dust on our childhood toys
Nothing but the exhaustion of history

let’s walk to the sea
and throw in a net

to catch some freshness

let’s pick a rock from the Earth 2 .
and feel the weight of the World

don’t swear at the snow if we get a cold
don’t fear death

for death is not the end of our story
it can pop in our mouth like a grape
death is responsible for the beauty of the butterfly

let’s tear the curtains

and allow emotions to breathe

let passions go into the bushes

and let instinct play whenever it likes:

let them all take off their shoes and follow the seasons,
jumping over flowers

let’s be honest and simple
both with pot iock dinners
and in tax books

let’s camp behind our knowledge

and breathe eternity into our limited time;
let's take back the names

of the clouds and the trees and the insects
and open the doors to them

we're not here to discover the secret of the rose
we're here to be bound in its spell

translated from Persian by Mohammad H. Salemy
Adoption into English logic by Andrew Robulack

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the banging window of loneliness

and the silent shedding of love;

I can hear blood moving through veins

| can hear the horse of truth whining in the distance

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I sense the pulse of flowers

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let's acknowledge what lives in the cuckoo's nest

let’ be honest and simple
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let's camp behind our knowledge

and breathe eternity into our limited time;

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Of the clouds and the trees and the insects

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‘translated from Persian by Mohammad H. Salemy
Adoption nto English logic by Andrew Robulagk