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Beloved
Poem

By Hamed Vahidi
December 5, 2001
The Iranian

 

God and Evil work hand in hand to attain their mysterious goals,

Both fail when it comes to the care of souls

 

One racks the soul, one sears the flesh with desire,

No mortal is immune from this divine satire

 

Freeze the blood in my veins and crush my bone,

But don't cast your shadow on this grave; leave my beloved alone

 

Her days were numbered when demons poured venom in her blood,

Her fate was sealed when she did not bow to praise God

 

Let me whisper into her ears, let me lie in her nest,

I remember when her body was the castle and I was the guest

 

Now the silence weighs upon my back,

The trees share my grief and the air is black

 

She looked for the angels and the friendship of the wind,

I grieved at her departure and entrusted her to the wind

 

The trembling lips of the grieving lover shake the world,

They repel the angels and bring the wrath of the Lord

 

Don't be disturbed by the tears I shed at her grave,

Once she was the master and I was her slave

 

Rest in peace my beloved, for you have your own grave,

Countless others are buried together in one grave.

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