A keresés eredménye

Death Of An Urge

Once there was a fire, now quenched1
Once there was a thread, now torn
My heart was set free from your chains
And the magical cup of sorrow broke
 
I came here to hold on to you
But realized you are just a wilted twig2
I realized you are death
Smiling at my hope’s face
 
It is so sweet3
To dance on your grave
O all-needy love
It is so sweet
To forsake
That sweet fiery killing kiss
 
It is so sweet
To let go of you, to bond with someone else
To stop4the heartache at the heart’s gate
Heavens is here, believe me
[Peace of] clouds shades, farm’s outskirt, is right here
 
Best for you to not think of
Me and my soul-crushing pain
I won’t renounce the pain
I won’t burn in the flames
 

• 1. The title in Persian is literally ' the defeat of a need/urge'
• 2. Lit. leafless branch
• 3. shuffling and breaking of lines in this verse for better readability in English
• 4. Lit. close the door

My lover

My lover
With that bare and brazen body
rose to his feet
as mighty as death.
 
Irregular and oblique lines
follow his defiant muscles
In their firm shapes.
 
My lover
Surely belongs to those bygone tribes
As if ,at the far end of his eyes
a Tatar is always lurking
For a horseman.
As if, in brightness of his teeth,
a Barbarian is impatient
for the warm blood of a prey.
 
My lover
,like nature,
has pre-determined and inevitable rules.
 
By defeating me,
he reaffirms the undeniable law of power.
 
He is fiercely free
like a flawless instinct
in the heart of an isolated island.
 
He wipes off
the street dust of his shoes
by torn tents of Majnun.1
 
My lover,
Seems distant from the essence of his being
like a god in a temple in Nepal
 
He is a man of ancient centuries
who reminds the original concepts of beauty.
In his space
he constantly awakens the innocent memories of childhood.
 
He is indeed a happy folklore
Full of emotions and boldness
He sincerely likes
all bits of life
all soils of earth
all sorrows of human being
all the innocent sorrows
 
He sincerely likes
The green alleys of a village
a tree
a cup of ice cream
a clothesline
 
My lover
Is a simple man.
A simple man
in a forbidden wonderland
whom I have hidden
,Like the last evidence of an extinct religion,
in the bushes of my breasts.