در نومیدی بسی امید است پایان شب سیه سپید است.
و همه ی آنها با دستان زیبایشان از آسمان آمدند و وزن سنگینی که بر شانه هایمان به جا مانده بود را برداشتند.
There is hope in despair for at the end of the dark night there is light.
And they all came from the sky, and lifted the heavy weight that was left on our shoulders with their beautiful hands.
بازار تبریز، زمستان ۱۴۰۳
Tabriz Bazzar, Winter 2025
Yo Sad Easterner!
When the sun shone on you,
your scent filled the rain-soaked town,
and the darkness got lost in your black hair,
and the sun of freedom smiled in your eyes.
Yo Sad Easterner!
You’re like a mountain of light,
don’t let our sun fade away.
You’re as pure as the morning,
and as proud as the sea.
Don’t let the darkness grow stronger.
Yo Sad Easterner!
The sun rose once again,
and her dove flew away from your roof.
You’re eyes are filled with the fragrance of spring.
The smell of wheatflower reminds me of you.
Yo Sad Easterner!
It’s painful to die in your absence.
It’s painful to see there’s no way out and grind my teeth.
It’s impossible to plant the flower of loneliness in a swamp.
Yet there’s no time to grieve.
Yo Sad Easterner!
Winter is before me!
When you’re with me,
I have no fear of rain and mud.
The song of our clapping will be heared throughout winter.
There will be no fear of the winter because it will finish soon.
Gheshm, Winter 2025
Long hours, comes Thursday
In my own paw, alone I stood
The sun lays down, draws traces of you
In our wordless converse
I remind us of the wine-coloured sky
Pond-green watery hue
Moon-eyed deers greet me
In the day they pass the shadow town
At night they sing forgotten love songs.
“In its heart, human is angelic.
In its heart, human is united with the whole world.”
No separation.
But heart breaks.
Healing is a collective practice.
Healing is a political stance.
