Scarecrow Poem by salman bohlooli

Dear scarecrow!
Scare the vulgar ravens
Scare them.
Dark-hearted in black, they are
To them, to this narrow chain
How do you give your heart?
Thieves, pretending to be friends, they are
From you, what every villainous one of them wants,
Only God knows.

Dear scarecrow!
O The comate of the old peasant!
O The guard of his all harvest!
Nothing but a worn, pale clad
Makes your essence.
Scare the vulgar ravens.
Believe not their innocence
They are not what they seem, and say
But are to rob the whole farm in a day.

Dear scarecrow!
O the lonely, pleased with your loneliness!
How do you expect faith from the vulgar ravens?
They are one-day, insincere friends
Scare them.
I swear to your woody body
They are evil friends
Mean to plunder this farm

Dear scarecrow!
*For the sake of your sorrowful passion
For your woody body
For the sake of your lonely heaven
Scare the vulgar ravens
Scare them...




*For the sake of your sorrowful passion