O Beatrice! - Poem by nasim jafari
I have worn the autumn,
And world is out of my blossoms.
My solitude has become so deep,
And my branches are so poor and naked that
I sometimes feel like a widowed tree which
Has lost all its fruits.
My beauty is increasing twice day by day!
Be spring and give back my fruits!
I want my blossoms,
And these depressed branches make me feel nervous.
Do something Beatrice!
Do something to return my spring!
Tranlated By: KAMBIZ MANUCHEHRIAN
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