The Florid Moment of Bubble
Nov 142011
Nosratollah masoudi
Translated by: Sasan Bazgir
The Florid Moment of Bubble
Dare to talk bare ,
I assert ,
This bird is no more alive,
And who else but you
Could prevent the blue sky
From its wide-dead open eyes ?
No need to listen
You can hear the vague echo of the rain
From the bird’s feathers.
You ignored
And still ignore,
But its wings
Among the imagery spring’s leaves
Create images in your fancy
That amaze you.
Alas, all in vain,
The bird has sheltered its song
Under its wing,
And how long
In the florid moment of bubble
Has sang the whole day
To keep its song.
To say: “the only immortality would be a song”
The shelterless passer-byWas quite right.
My solitude is the same as
A bird’s quietness.
Too stunned to find a word
For perplexity’s moments.
But, trust in silence,
For, it has something within
To disturb
The everlasting dreams.
Though ,reclined on the heaven’s terrace .
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