I am depressed
from the unyielding grimness of this wasteland,
imprisoned but desire to fly.
"To which destination do you hasten?"
a brier asked of the breeze.
"To where do I speed?"
To a land that embraces me."
"Take wing in peace but remember, my friend,
when you fly beyond this grim land
in the name of God and destiny
greet the rain and the blossoms for me."
~Mohammad Reza Shafi Kadkani Translation from Persian by Sheema Kalbasi All Rights reserved by the author