Meikadeh Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Meikadeh

I am lost when in search
I am lost when in search
I am lost when in search

In the books; the so called best friends,
The useless and dead corpse …
In taboots; in caskets…
Their covers, even words are worthless

I am lost when in search
I am lost when in search
I am lost when in search

I am lost in my search
For Koozeh, Sorahi, pialeh,
And the Jam, and Saboo, and khomreh.
And Saghar, and Saghi, Meikadeh.

How can one be exact in talking of Khayyam?
(When no book has details of his marks…)

My best is:
“Get drunk with his wine in moonlight.”