THE FOUNTAIN SPRING
LOST
IN CHILDHOOD
STILL RUNS
IN THE HIDDEN PLACE OF
HIS BODY
TOUGH WITH ROCKS
FREE WITH GRASS
HE DRANK FROM THE EARTH
AND NEVER DRIED
THAT SAD DEW
NOT PREVENTED BY ROCKS
OR THEIR ABSENCES
HE OPENED FURROWS TO THE LAST FIELD
THE FOUNTAIN SPRING
WHICH WAS LOST
IN CHILDHOOD
DID NOT GO INTO THE WAVE'S TALONS
BUT GREW
IN THE SEA
Sari,Noruz1355/1975
Translated by Mira Day and the poet
published as:sea song one
in:
THE SEA SINGS NIMA'S ACCENT,AUGUST 1995
A BILINGUAL EDITION
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