Farsi Poem from the West Wall of Widowsweave Exhibit

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.