For Doors,
You’re anticipation of emergence.
For Windows,
Distraught landscape of the world.
For Night
You’re a pair of Falling Stars,
Travellers from Earth,
Immigrants to the outermost Galaxy.
For the Moon,
You’re the incomparable pallor of Chastity.
For the Sun,
The Hour of Twilight.
To Me,
You’re the bird who has lost her nest, and
on my shoulder she has hatched.
.
Abouzar Karimi
1999
Translated by Saghi Ghahraman
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