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Beyond Presence


Will journey

To the realm of words

In a strange dream.

The wind will murmur something.

An apple will fall,

Roll over the graceful earth

And traverse the distant home of night.

Illusions will cave in.


Will see the sad vegetable mind.

Ivies will entwine to watch the grace of God.

Secrets will emerge.

The roots of piety will wither away.

The murmuring waters

Will give light

To the dark roads.

The mirror will understand with its heart.


A friendly breeze

Will agitate roots of meanings.

Wonder will flap its wings.

Deep in the night, an insect

Will gnaw

At the green portion of solitude.

Morning will fall

Into the word of morning.

(Translated by Ismail SALAMI)