from darkness
Silence, breeze
lifting the curtain
to a warm sky
A star burned
A star faded
A star died
I called you
I called you
My whole being
held in my hands
like a bowl of milk
The moon glanced blue
on the panes
Sad music
rose like smoke
from the city of crickets
glimmering like smoke
on the windows
Someone sighed
hopelessly
from my breast
all night
Someone arose
Someone wanting you
Someone thrust down again
by two icy hands
All night sadness
dropping from
the black boughs
Someone made helpless
Someone calling you
The air caving in on him
like a roof
* * * * *
My little tree
was in love with wind
homeless rain
Translated from the Persian by Jascha Kessler with Amin Banani