Sohrab Sepehri was born in Kashan on October 7,1928; a very talented artist and a gifted poet, Sepehri shot to stardom with the publication of The Water’s Footfall which was subsequently followed by The Traveler and The Green Volume. Sepehri died of blood cancer in Tehran in 1980.
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Sohrab Sepehri Poems
Oasis in a Moment
If you are coming to me, I am beyond Oblivion. Beyond Oblivion is a place Where dandelions run into the veins of air,
Let's not soil the water: Perhaps a pigeon is drinking down there Or a thrush dipping its wing by a far thicket Or a pitcher being filled in a village.
She was great And belonged to the present time And had affinity with all bright horizons. And fathomed the language of the earth and water.
The Flow of Water
When knowledge Still nestled by springs, Man Indulged himself in his azure philosophy
Near A Distant Realm
There was a woman at the door Standing with a body as ever I approached her: Her image flooded my eyes.
Past the border of my dream The shadow of a morning glory Had darkened all these ruins What intrepid wind
Tonight Will journey To the realm of words In a strange dream.
The Way to the Orchard
Keep calling me! Sweet is your voice. It is the green Growing beyond the companionship of sorrow.
The Old Tale of Night
O you lost in the stellar green wonders! The fig of ignorance Epitomizes the virgin rocks The heart of water is pining
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Oasis in a Moment
If you are coming to me,
I am beyond Oblivion.
Beyond Oblivion is a place
Where dandelions run into the veins of air,
Bringing news of a faraway blooming bush.
The sands bear the footprints of delicate horsemen
Mounting the hilltop of poppies.
Beyond Oblivion, the umbrella of desire is open.
As soon as thirst blows onto the root of a leaf
Rain sings songs of freshness.
One is lonely here.
Where an elm's shadow streams into eternity.
If you are coming to me
Approach gently, softly lest you crack
The fragile china of my solitude! ...