on the grass blades
tiny glass dewdrops closely clung
to reflect rainbows

they did not realize how dear
the ransom cost was to be
in hindsight now they do look
with eyes more lucid

The intertwined branches of the
woods are brown...
There is not a song in far away lands
The scarf has pain
Knitting veil from my hair
The trees are repetitive to me
I see a man, green
Having no woman next to him

شاخه هاشان در هم تنیده
...چوب ها قهوه ایست
دوردست ها آوازی ندارد
روسری درد می کشد
از موهایم حجاب می بافد
درختان برایم تکرار اند
من
مردی سبز را می بینم
...که زنی در کنارش ندارد

My paper boat is sinking
In the mile deep salt
I'll drown soon
The moon
Only watches
Lusts
for the
Sun