Lady of the earth
February 13, 2001
The Iranian
Persian
original
You are the murmur of freshness on waters' mouth
The rhyme of every song in the breathing of the breeze
The sound of the wail hidden in the rain.
I have cried your name on the threshold of four seasons
Disturbing the hibernation of plants and animals,
And, now, it is just to see you
That this river runs so fast.
The thirst of the earth
The satiation of clouds
And the green of vegetation
Are all because of you.
You let the gazelles move leisurely
You make the horses gallop without care
And it is because of you
That the sea curls around our feet
Like a demanding cat.
You are a morning star around the neck of the sun
You are the seasons' changing on the tresses of stars
And the harmony of light and darkness
In the stature of seasons.
Against the bitter years
I took you up in my hands
And the formidable night
Packed off
And disappeared.
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