NIMA : MY HOUSE IS CLOUDY / 14

ahmad miralai,translator

B.esfehan 1321/1942-killed 3 aban 1374/october 25,1995,esfehan

NIMA; MY HOUSE IS CLOUDY

tr.a.miralai

MY HOUSE IS CLOUDY

THE ENTIRE EARTH IS CLOUDY

ABOVE THE NARROW PASS

THE SHATTERED AND DESOLATE AND DRUNKEN

WIND WHIRLS DOWNWARD

THE ENTIRE WORLD IS DESOLATED BY IT

SO ARE MY SENSES

OH PIPER WHO HAS LOST THE ROAD ENTRACED BY

MELODY OF THE FLUTE , WHERE ARE YOU

MY HOUSE IS CLOUDY

BUT THE CLOUD IS ON THE VERGE OF WEEPING

IN THE MEMORY OF MY BRIGHT DAYS THAT SLIPPED

THROUGH MY FINGERS

I CAST A LOKK UPON MY SUN ON THE TRESHHOLD

OF THE OCEAN

AND THE ENTIRE WORLD IS DESOLATED AND SHATTERED

BY THE WIND

AND ON THE ROAD THE PIPER CONTINUES TO PLAY

HIS FLUTE IN THIS CLOUD FILLED WORLD

HIS OWN PATH STRETCHING OUT

BEFORE HIM