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فهرست شعر

The Woodcutter

توسط نوامبر 8, 2019سپتامبر 15th, 2022بدون نظر

           Khashayar Khasteh
Translated by Sina Gilani

Laundry am not I, for you to hang me

A tree am not I, for you to hang of me

Lumbers are

Plenty and many

There for the burning

 And I need but a Lumberjack with his ax sharpened

Naked and ready I am

Naked with the shirt of a Lumberjack

The shirt not on body;

The shirt hangs of the waist more beautifully

That was the sound of the ax, My ax

Timber!

Cut!

Your turn!