A whole nation has created the kindling
Which owes you desperately
But it hasn’t been specified
Whether it’s the flint stone
Or A fire storm?
A piece of my happiness is in debt with the flint stone
You’ve turned to the rocks
But it’s for the flint stone.
I’m in debt with the flint stone
The whole world is in debt with the flint stone
It has cast a spell
For all your desires
Behind the railing.
I’m the mother of this flint stone
I’ve nourished it
I’ve shed tears on it
If the world is on fire
I’m the one to blame.
I’ve betrayed the heaven above
God is disabled by it.
And since then people have taken the vow of silence, …
'Dating Noah’s Son'/ 'Making coffee to Run a Crime Story' / Translated from Original Persian to English by the Author: Rosa Jamali
Topic(s) of this poem: war
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.