Forever Under Construction

The Feast

Posted in Iran, Poetry by homeyra on October 22, 2006

آفتاب ارديبهشت … ما را مي خواند

گنجشك … كنار برگهاي تازه …  ما را مي خواند

برگهاي تازه …  ما را مي خواننذ

لبهاي من  … لبهاي تو را

……..

آه!  بيا

باز بيا

دستهاي مرا در دست بگير

جفت …  جفت

ما به مهماني دنيا  دعوت شده ايم

شاعره ساحره

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  1. homeyra said, on October 23, 2006 at 1:46 pm

    The english translation would be something like:
    Suggestions are welcomed

    April’s sun … is calling us

    The sparrow … next to fresh leaves … calls upon us

    Fresh leaves … call us

    My lips … yours…

    O come
    come again
    hold my hands in yours

    (Pairs… pairs)
    We are invited to the world’s feast


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