I smell you mother
Far from our home
Your scent
Your good,
great scent
Is more delicious
than any other smell in my nose;
Your voice
Your melodious,
musical voice,
that calls me
In the way nobody has ever called,,
Is a note of support,
serenity,
silence,
A song of familiarity,
friendliness,
forgiveness in my ears;
And your face
Your beautiful,
humble,
Old,
sorrowful face
Is the most elaborate picture in my memory
Is a mirror in which
I see Me.
Oh, Mother!
No matter how far away you are
I kiss you
In a poem,
and in silence
Since your love in my heart
Doesn’t know any border Or distance.
By Nima Yooshij
