All and none
She, her hands and her hair visible
The artist of the sands
On glass, large-flat, shapes with hands
They move left, go to right; up and down
Palm tree come to life, and camels, caravan
Then a girl with long hair in desert next to pond
And the kids in a line holding hands.
She is god, creates, destroys
For nothing but her joy
Or show off?
I use words, simple ones, and record
The facts and fantasy, united as one lot.
I see wide as drop in Golshan’s
And Si-morgh in Attar’s.
“I am all; I am none.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem