Beyond Presence - Poem by Sohrab Sepehri
To the realm of words
In a strange dream.
The wind will murmur something.
An apple will fall,
Roll over the graceful earth
And traverse the distant home of night.
Illusions will cave in.
Will see the sad vegetable mind.
Ivies will entwine to watch the grace of God.
Secrets will emerge.
The roots of piety will wither away.
The murmuring waters
Will give light
To the dark roads.
The mirror will understand with its heart.
A friendly breeze
Will agitate roots of meanings.
Wonder will flap its wings.
Deep in the night, an insect
At the green portion of solitude.
Morning will fall
Into the word of morning.
(Translated by Ismail Salami)
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