Annihilation of proportions,
zero before the count...

Behind the vastness of my scars,
scarcely lives a man...

Like a dancer—
her dress twirling...

The little squares of Tehran Pars (*
repeated themselves...

Purple dragonfly
resting on a yellow bloom...

The sky is brimming
with stars when our eyes are freed...

Flare of candlelight,
briefly cuts the velvet night...

Wolves bare silver fangs,
thorn-stems of the crescent moon...

I watched the waves of days,
laden with rue and sorrow...

Oh lovely one, oh lovely one,
so gentle...

The nightingale loves the rose,
but its love is fragile...

In the throat of an hourglass,
all tilts, all turns...