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hajm-e-sabz (green space)
Poem name : TO THE COMPANION’S ORCHARD Call me Call meSweet is your voice Sweet is the foliage of the strange plant Grown in the farthest edge of sorrow Within the space of this silent age Lonelier am I than the test of a song Within the scope of the alley’s conception Come, let me tell you how vast is my loneliness? My loneliness didn’t predict this ambush of your stature And this is the characteristic of love Nobody is here Come, let us steal life and then Divide it between two meetings Together let us pore The morning of the state of a pebble Quick, let us see things The dials of a the fountain clock turns time into dust Come, melt lake a word in a line of my silence Come, melt the bright weight of love in my palms Make me warm (And once upon Kashan’s plain the sky grow clouded And a shower fell And chilled men, then behind a rock The hearth of anemone warmed me) In the these dark lanes I fear the company of doubt and match I fear this concrete-like century Come, let us not fear towns whose dark soil Is pasture to bulldozers? Open me like a door to the falloff a simple pear in this age of steel’s birth Lay me seep under a branch away this metal clattering night When the miner of the dawn arrives Call me and I will awake, At the blossoming of the jasmine From behind your fingers And then Tell me of bombs that fell while I slept And cheeks that grow wet with tears Of the many ducks that flow over the sea The fatal moment when armored cars Rolled over childhood dreams To what sense of comfort do you tie the yellow string of canary? Of the innocent cargoes imported from distance into ports What science discovered the positive music powder’s smell? And the perception that oozed out of an unknown taste of bread In the mouth of prophecy Then I Like a faith warmed by the tropic sun Will lay you on the threshold of an orchard Will lay you on the threshold of an orchard |  |
