Spaces remain there and that's natural
Emptiness and the colors go hand in hand
One way or the other, they hug each other
They don't stay away for so long
Even if the deserts turn into meadows
Even if the glaciers are no more
Even if the smiling art diminishes
Even if the East buries its intellect
Even if the flowers lose fragrance
And the caravans give up amidst the odyssey
And the rivers of histories are hijacked
There will rise the smoke;
Smoke from the burnt bodies of the cities
Heart will guide the head;
And the minarets of memories won't fall down
Ashes will gather the scattered poems
In every grain, there will be a word
Even if you and I don't return to each other
The eternal story of our love shall survive forever!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem