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You see the city in my vessels fast asleep
Like the obscure web over my brain
Destroyed some fragments of my memory.
In the morning things were perfect
Just a watchdog which is penetrating incessantly into my eyelids
Things were perfect in the morning...
Signals, signals and parasites bombarded my satellite TV, …
Tehran,
Like a white sheet, stagnant on the washing hanging
Still things are perfect,
Waves moving in me;
This wretched scorching hot sultry weather! ! ! ? ?
I swerved into the highways
Railings like parallel lines joining us altogether, ..
Just a turning, …!
Hold on!
lack of iron and minerals,
Mercury as fast as death is shadowing the breakfast table
The temperature dropped!
Tehran is the giant city in my vessels fast asleep!
Railings are putting us into sleep
And just, just the ruins of the city over the frame.
Done with your breakfast?
Let's exit from the right!
The prism, turning and turning into the wind
Like my torn-up parched lips and dress in the whirl wind
I feel pins and needles in my arms
When I watch the chesslike city, Tehran
With all its dead bodies,
Surfing over the waters and waters of the whole metropolis!
(TRANSLATED FROM ORIGINAL PERSIAN TO ENGLISH BY THE POET.)
Rosa Jamali
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Thursday, December 31, 2009 |
| Submitted Date |
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Thursday, March 17, 2011 |
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