In my surrounding
Kids were blessing.
All of them were gifts
From almighty
Who was like no one
And was residing
Somewhere in skies,
Above high clouds,
Even beyond moon,
Even beyond sun,
And in unseen ways
Always determined
State of affairs,
Fate of human.
Kids, nevertheless,
Lived in poverty.
They had to challenge
Almost everything:
Social, natural,
Unreal, real,
As soon as they could
Walk on their two feet.
Also, around me,
The old got respect;
And parents as well,
Especially moms,
To such a level
That the disrespect
Would incur a curse
And a punishment
In this world and next.
In my surrounding
Mountainsides would shine
Every spring
With melting snow,
Growing grass,
As soon as kids went
To crest of hills:
Running after goats
And the shining sheep.
Despite sour taste,
Life had a meaning.
Everywhere was filled
With some spirits
Of the living things:
Of man and virtues.
Even some reptiles
Sometime had been men.
For doing evil,
By power of curse,
Had become reptiles.
Even some stones
Possessed some power.
Even some trees
Were always sacred.
Many, many things
Had something to say.
Even each color
Would speak to you
In a certain way.
Change of the seasons,
Also music;
Rhythm of Do-Tar;
Ghoshmeh, and drums;
And flute and reed;
Plus tambourine,
Conveyed some meanings
As permeated
Air of the valley
In happy events,
Weddings and so on.
After New Year
That always happened
The very first day
Of the spring;
For thirteen full days,
No less and no more,
Dancing would follow.
Mainly in groups
Of dozen people,
Little more or less,
Dancing would go on
In a big circle
With loudest snaps
As they rotated
Around a center
Where kids would stay.
Or, even sometimes
They danced with clubs:
With clubs in hands,
Two dancers performed
For the audience.
They stroke them
Single or in pairs
With great power,
With show of duel
Of men and women.
Dancing with club
Also, prepared
People with skills
To fight real fights
As they would arise.
