The Bull Year Poem by Rosa Jamali

The Bull Year
A Poem by Rosa Jamali
Translated from original Persian into English by the author

1
Mouse is rushing in my blood like a black vessel
Tigers are soundless
Their claws are drudging on the snow sluggishly!

2
It was shadowy
With its metal elements and ice-slippery poured down on me
It was thoroughly dark!

The folded moon was stepping on my shadow
So many months passed by
This ancient memory is dangling from the ceiling

Prolonged for so many centuries
Speaks a puppet
And acts her up!

Icicles melt
And cut branches!

It was my paper doll
Soared in the sky
And her image faded on the ceiling!

3
The glass coffin's behind the window
Time is not passing by,
Shadowing the black pot!

Shaking against the window frames

I've buried bygone days
No finger moves on the glass
Time is stuck there.

That cloud never stopped raining
The lines were all dark
Mirrors made a journey inside me
And the moon is sick of me!

The earth is a worn-out corridor
A murder of crows are soaring
A mass of ants invaded my home
It's been raining for seven hundred years
A blind's on the way
And this year is the bull year.

4
The rabbit's coming from the right
lay down on the silvery snow
This rabbit stained in my blood
Munched snow's blood.