My Roots Poem by Rosa Jamali

My Roots
A Poem by Rosa Jamali
Translated from original Persian into English by Rosa Jamali

You see how the Milky Way was spinning my nerves
With my bronchus, I was plowing the vague path of Being
To the essence of cloves and to the roots of chicory
I've found an in-depth coherence with the River Ganges;
From my roots through the circular core of the Earth
Resting on its horizontal side, soft and light sand grows
When it comes to the next hour, its lava is trying to take your eyesight
But you have cooked all those tropical forests in your frozen dishes
And you have been running all the way straight on the meridians
And this wounded volcano
Has become dormant by your wrist
And you have mended the Earth
With fingers just marinated in mint and vinegar

Oh!
The lines have been mixed and overlapped
Pity!
I hadn't imagined that all
At that very first sight
And your voice is not reaching me
Despite the snow pour since yesterday,
Sand and waves have made no destruction!

I was walking on my toes on the left side of the silk road
Grasslands, meadows and flatlands all laid back
Gradually forming a shape on the metal box
Stormy stems, the railroad and the fences
All are drifting!

It's a complicated path in spite of its simplicity;
Interconnected and has reduced the growth of cancerous cells.