Lay me down on slope of hillside
-on the leaves of the Fall
-sweet is my dream; so natural,
-generous, very rich with colours
-my nature-made-carpet.
And sky
-aside from its dirtiness of smug
-is too kind; has big heart.
I feel like the old days
-on the Persian carpet.
Then bought it from girl
-she was young; the weaver…
-and the work was on "Dar"
She would use the money
-for wedding
-was matched to get married…
Her face was like pages
-of Koran and Bible
-full of words of wisdom
-to be read and obeyed
-for kindness, righteousness.
-innocence floated everywhere.
She had tools
-, though too simple.
-took from hung threads
- on wall-side and the sides of frame
-as if some fire balls in the air.
Followed map for design
-and made knots
-then added line to line
-used the comb of metal
-match-made them; beating hard
-as was she with her love
-used her eyes and the palm as level
Different my carpet; of the leaves! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Slope of hillside attracts attention to lay down to see sweet dreams. An amazing poem is wisely penned and shared.10