Sunday, August 14, 2016,2:14 AM
Abbas Kiarostami 
~1 
I am coming back from a funeral
My shoes pinch
I feel like making love
to some stranger

~2
I long for a deeper share
of my solitude
from you

~3
 In every pathway
several go rushing
or just meandering
from this end to the other

~4
Who set the rule
that green mulberry leaves
would be food
for silk worms?

~5
A block of wood
floating down the waves
from which shattered boat?
From which river?
Towards what shore?

~6
I left
my Sufi master
I dumped the fellow disciples
Now I move
light as the wind

~7
This day of mine
departed like other days,
half of it thinking of yesterday
half of it thinking of tomorrow

~8
Life
is a wicked slander
against the poor

~9
This ennui
is not today’s
not yesterday’s.
It is inherited
from from my unknown ancestors

~10
I am
in the moon’s shadow
guarding from the sun’s barbarity.

~11
I escorted
the moon
down to the heart of a dark cloud
I drank some wine and fell asleep

~12
The glow of the harvest moon
upon the window
made the glass tremble

~13
At the earliest assault of autumn wind
a horde of leaves
seeks asylum in my room

~14
I dream
that I am buried
under the autumn leaves.
My body germinates.

~15
I walk barefoot
on burning sand
I burn all over
in the stares of passers-by

~16
My shirt is a flag of freedom
fluttering on the clothesline;
light and liberated
from the body’s bondage

~17
White chrysanthemums
stand
gazing at the full moon

~18
The labour union
at last
failed to recognize
the spider’s weaving labour

~19
The sky
is mine;
the earth too;
that’s how rich I am.

~20
In your absence
I converse with you
when you are there
I converse with myself


TR: from the original Persian by Samin Hashemi (1 to 10); Karim Emami and Michael Beard (11 to 20).
 
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