Poetry
Wayfarer's song
MOHSENA REZA SHOPNA
Why did you coalesce with me?
Neither am I the rose of Isfahan
Nor the lotus of Bengal
Or maybe I was the rain
Drenched bud blooming on your windowsill Night comes, uniting with the pursuit of day
Darkness giving birth to light
The gold-rayed sunflower seen
Frolicking in gold dust
The mandolin playing through the heart Why did you merge with the wind
In the distant sky?
I was happy to have been a wayfarer
Until an aroma wafted by, on the breeze
Enthralled this solitary being
Intoxicating the soul once again Now my joy lies in this path-gazing
Charmed in interplay of sunshine and shadow
And as I gaze all day long
You suddenly appear with that abandoned song
Ferrying that long-lost sweet fragrance
Impregnating the air, hovering around me And so I remain
The hem of my dress spread out . . .
Waiting!
Neither am I the rose of Isfahan
Nor the lotus of Bengal
Or maybe I was the rain
Drenched bud blooming on your windowsill Night comes, uniting with the pursuit of day
Darkness giving birth to light
The gold-rayed sunflower seen
Frolicking in gold dust
The mandolin playing through the heart Why did you merge with the wind
In the distant sky?
I was happy to have been a wayfarer
Until an aroma wafted by, on the breeze
Enthralled this solitary being
Intoxicating the soul once again Now my joy lies in this path-gazing
Charmed in interplay of sunshine and shadow
And as I gaze all day long
You suddenly appear with that abandoned song
Ferrying that long-lost sweet fragrance
Impregnating the air, hovering around me And so I remain
The hem of my dress spread out . . .
Waiting!
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