Mirror orchard

A torch in my hand,
The light in front,
I am to battle the darkness

Cradles of fatigue
Halteded of back and forth

A bright sun from the depth
Lights up the ashes of the universe

Refractory cries of lightening
When the hail
Within the fidget clouds is germinating

And the silent agony of grape vine
When the sour grape thought,
Blossoms at the curls of the longest curl

My clamorous cry was in deed the path out of pain
For I have hopelessly desired light upon the most horrifying nightmares

You; arrived to me like light, the morning twilight;
You; arrived from the silk and the mirrors

In the gap that has no definition for God or Satan
I hopelessly intended for your gaze, for your trust

A serious flow
In between the dualistic presence of death
In between the dualistic nothingness of loneliness
Your gaze and trust are like these

Your joy is merciless and honorable
Your every breath in my empty palms is the melody of the nature

I stand up

A torch in my hand
The burning fire in my heart
I burnish the dust off my soul
I turn my mirror in to yours
I intend an infinity for the two souls

tarjomeh shamloo
mohammad
nov07