In this dark
I am thinking of a lightly lamb
to graze the grass of my loneliness.
In this dark
I see my arms beneath the original rain
that fell on the first prayers of men.
In this dark
I opened a door to the ancient lanes
To the golden image of mythical caves.
In this dark
I saw the roots.
And for the growing pot of death
I explained the fluid scent of water and earth.
By Sohrab Sepehri
Translation: Maryam Dilmaghani
The poem Az Sabz beh Sabz was first published in the anthology Hajm-e Sabz (The Green Shape) 1967, Tehran.
