"?Where's the friend's house"
asked a horseman at dawn
.The sky paused
To the dark sands, the passer-by gave the twig of light
.between his lips
:Pointing to a white poplar, he said
Before you reach the tree
There is an orchard aisle greener than God's dream
Where love is as blue as the Wings of Honesty
,Walk to the end of the alley
.emerging from beyond Maturity
Turn towards the Flower of Solitude
Two steps to the flower
Stay by the eternal fountain of the earth's myths
.Then a lucid fear will encompass you
In the fluid sincerity of space, you will hear a rustle
You will see child
On a tall plane tree, picking a young bird
from the Nest of Light
Ask him
Where the friend's house is .
Comments
Love this poem. It touches my soul. Thanks for sharing.
Hurieh,tnx my dear ,GOL :)
Dear Fatima ,
This is the most favorite poem of Sohrab from my poiNt of view. You translated it into English pretty well. Well-done. I wish Sohrab was alive and could appreciate you himself.
Halet chetore fatima, dooste khobam? I hope to be one of your friends, could I? I do not understand or rather taste poems very much, but I can notice that the trees are scattered there.
Is the bottom line of this poem is HOPE!
Very nice and beautiful!