Forever Under Construction

Enemies of Spring

Posted in Iran, Poetry by homeyra on June 9, 2008

It’s time to mow the flowers,
don’t procrastinate.
Fetch the sickles, come,
don’t spare a single tulip in the fields.
The meadows are in bloom:
who has ever seen such insolence?
The grass is growing again:
step nowhere else but on its head.
Blossoms are opening on every branch,
exposing the happiness in their hearts:
such colorful exhibitions must be stopped.
Bring your scalpels to the meadow
to cut out the eyes of flowers.
So that none may see or desire,
let not a seeing eye remain.
I fear the narcissus is spreading its corruption:
stop its displays in a golden bowl
on a six-sided tray.
What is the use of your ax,
if not to chop down the elm tree?
In the maple’s branches
allow not a single bird a moment’s rest.
My poems and the wild mint
bear messages and perfumes.
Don’t let them create a riot with their wild singing.
My heart is greener than green,
flowers sprout from the mud and water of my being.
Don’t let me stand, if you are the enemies of Spring.

Simin Behbahani, A cup of sin

Translation: Farzaneh Milani, Kaveh Safa – h/t Naj

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  1. […] don’t procrastinate. Fetch the sickles, come, don’t spare a single tulip in the fields. … read more leave a comment « […]

  2. Tori said, on June 21, 2009 at 11:07 am

    You’re making me cry.


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