NoWaterRiver

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The Language of Shadow and Breeze


See the trees

Who answers a few drops of water

In the language of shadow and breeze

With the fragrance,

Colour and taste of fruits

 

The tree’s graciousness

Is greater than the world

Because it’s God whose

Answer is ten times worth

author : Yahya Alavi fard

Water and Waterfalls

And see the stream

How it becomes a river

And moves towards the faraway plains

How it becomes a waterfall

Evaporates

Becomes the spring cloud

 

See the stream

Indicating the sky

What’s it actually aiming at؟

POET: YAHYA ALAVI FARD 
TRANSLATER : NARGESE AVAEI

The Magnificent Hills

And see the field

Although fallen away from the sky

Eventually becomes earth and dust

Becomes like the mountain

Respectable and high

 

Gradually becomes a hill

Small and beautiful and magnificent

Facing the sky

Just like the mountain

YAHYA ALAVI FARD- IRANIAN POET 

The Upright Mountain

And see the mountain

Although made of earth; made of stone

Standing upright and firm

Without putting trust in the stones and the earth

 

Always indicating

The sky with his gaze

?     What’s the upright mountain

    ?     Actually observing

YAHYA ALAVI FARD- IRANIAN POET 

Mother Earth

Come see how the earth

A perfect mother

Bestows her benevolence upon us

That we ride on her back

And fall asleep

In her loving arms

 

With her benevolence Mother Earth

Feeds and waters us

And whatever we ask for

She permits us

 

Mother Earth is so

Humble and sincere

Her kindness just like

That of God himself

YAHYA ALAVI FARD- IRANIAN POET 

Stars and the Moon

Come and see

The stars and the moon

With whose presence in the night sky

Everybody has a peaceful night

And darkness leaves your heart and mine

 

Come and see

That the secrets of the sky

Lie in the hearts of the stars and the moon

Almost as if through them

God says ‘Goodnight!’ to us

YAHYA ALAVI FARD-IRANAIAN POET

this is innovation



A nightingale sang

A beautiful song

It sang of innovation

It sang of blossoming

 

It said our garden

Is soulless and tired

A soulless world is

Not what we deserve

 

Now that we’re together

And on the same creed

We must rise at once

And think of something

 

These words flew

In the garden’s sky

Innovation blossomed

Arguments heated up

 

New looks flashed

From every eye

Each went their way

Thinking to themselves


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