The cocoon I'd weaved,
turned to fetters
instead of silk,
and I went on spinning
...
پیله ای که تنیدم
نه ابریشم
که بندی شد بر پا
و من بی خیال پروانه شدن
...
There were many stars
in our childhood sky,
but as we got adult,
the stars went to die
...
In this big ball
where people all
wear tinted masks,
I'm out of place
...
The bird thirty flew out,
and I stood still,
staring at its flight.
...