Last night

I need ample shoulders
For this last night

I need new eyes
To stare at death

I need a caring friend
To tell the pain

I need an endless hate
To kill the fear

I need a true compatriot
To lift a head

I need a blood stream
To wipe out the shame

Orang

This poem is a translation of http://iranian.com/main/blog/orang-gholikhani-99 Thanks to Azarine Sadegh for her translation.