بانوي فانوس به دست
If you come to visit me
You will find me behind the realm of naught
Behind naught there is a place
Where the veins of the air is full of dandelions
Who bring the happy tidings of flowers blossoming at the farthest bush?
Over the sands also you can see the delicate
Footsteps of the horseman who mounted the anemone hill of ascension at morning
Beyond the realm of naught , the umbrella of desire has been spread
So that the breeze of thirst can run into the leave's root
The siren of the rain resounds
One is lonely here
And in this loneliness the shade of an elm stretches to eternity
If you come to visit me
Come gently and slowly lest the fragile china of my solitude cracks
sohrab sepehri***
