" Tell me why, Farhang,..
in your ab-rhangs recurs
so much the water?"
Because, perhaps,
as in the mirror of the life we are
 reflected images,
in the water trees, mounts
are already immaterial things?
 

" Because the water is free,
and if it overflows it goes around, everywhere,
and free to me appears
the fish swimming in it,
all to water relates".
That You were saying while
I was cutting off the thread,
just because our days,
our words,
finishing together,
weighed still less
than water,
and so You were going to be
My Lost Paradise in Her Hands.
As a ziba rhang, a beautiful poem
finishes before too much
is a colour, is a word.
But now in the ways of the dirty traffic
Kané-e- dustam Koj'ast?,
with your dearest, its dear rooms,
where is the house of my friend?
 
Aleppo 27 August 2003
 

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