it is only voice who lasts...
it is sound who remais
GHAZAL:
you listen to a story of my heart every night
the next day you have forgot me like a story/
escuchas un cuento de mi corazon todas la nochas
el proximo dia me olvidas como el cuento
--H.A.Sayeh(Hushang Ebtehaj)/Faramarz Soleimani/Rahim Coronado,
IN FARSI,ENGLISH AND SPANISH
LIKE STONES YOU LISTEN TO ME
YOU ARE STONE AND UNHEARD YOU FORGOT ME
YOU ARE SPRING SHOWER AND DISTURBING
THE SLEEP OF WINDOW BY BEATS OF TEMPTING
MY ARMS WHO ARE GREEN STICKS OF CARESS
WITH DEAD LEAVES YOU EMBRACE
YOU ARE MORE SINFUL THAN SPIRITS OF WINE ORCHARD
YOU SIT MY SIGHT IN FLAMES AND MAKE IT DRUNKARD
O GOLD FISH OF BLOOD MARSH OF ME
CHEERS TO YOUR DRUNKNESS WHO IS DRINKING ME
YOU ARE THE PURPLE VALLEY WHO EMBRACES
THE DUSK TO DISTINGUISH FACES
YOUR FORUGH SAT IN THE SHADOWS AND PALED
WHY ARE YOU COVERING HER BLACK VEILED
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