Please tap your chest with your left hand and rub your head with your right if you like the left side better, or vice versa.
I'll make a boat/i shall build a boat
BY: Sohrab Sepehri, Saturday morning intermediate class/BY: Fatemeh Zahra neo-post-uber evin
I'll make a boat/i shall build a boat
I'll flow it on the water/i shall cast it onto the waters
I'll go away from this strange soil/i shall sail away from early retirement
On which/where no one awakens
No one wants to awake the heroes in love/the cyclops in the thicket of love
The boat must be free from fishing net/we're just holding hands ok
And the heart/and really
Will wish for no pearls/i am necessarily
I'll keep on boating/who i am
I'll not fall in love with blues/i may 'act' angry and bruised
Nor with the seas/or pungent
Nor even with the water fairies/and like you (know), should you prefer, I can wear a bow tie and go:
Who appear/god is on my side
On the way of fishermen/and so who won the game?
I'll keep on boating/my activism is how i party
I'll keep on singing:/halal is hell
I must go farther, farther/so party party
There is a city behind the seas/in the belly of the beast
Where the windows open to manifestation/where once snapped out of
Where roofs are for the doves/cubic nordic migratory alignment and your Scandinavian bureaucratic utopia
Who are watching/you feel the ph 2
The fountains of human wisdom/and the power
Where the hand of each child/of image on cereal box
Is a branch of recognition/please translate: your MAHKOUMIYAT has ended
The people in the city/emanci-mamanbozorgfuckin-pator-of-the-slaves doodled bondage
Look at walls
In the same way/these people are zombies
As they see/there is never an excuse for starving art (cognitive dissonance)
A flame/i am accented without the accent
As they feel a delicate dream/throw away the tin drum
The soil over there/and start making noise
Hears the melody of your feeling/fingertip gingertip snap
And the wind/baseeji bayad beraghseh
Is prevailed with sound of mythical flying birds/somebody threw the dice
There is a city behind the seas/and you got to build a fort
Wherein/after much deep thought
The extent of the sun/and the consideration of infinite alternatives
Is as big as/the stallion square-hopped an awkwardly ilL shape
The eyes of early risers/on your forehead
Poets are the heirs to/please do not associate me with Persian Delight
Water, wisdom, and brightness/my self-exclusion from your perpetuation of your system
There is a city behind the seas/is destabilising
A boat must be made/moustache may now take home the powerpoint
