Seven a.m. was the time with no voice or sound
My corpse was on the ground,
It was the beginning,
Everywhere was morning,
My soul was flying over my house,
Loudly was crying my spouse,
For my Death, for Remembering my Memories,
For her Loneliness, for her Miseries,
I joined her in Crying and Lamenting
The landlord came there to increase renting,
Money was low and pockets Empty of it,
Hearts were Dead as me, with no beat,
It's the world after me, before you
When I'm gone, and no more with you...
the after world? ? ? reminds me that book written by najafi ghochni? have u read it? (siyahate gharb)
A dark, hollow space just dust in a hole of black coal...the haunted emotion is the song that playing around and stuck in head with sorrow hoping for no more_Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When I'm gone, and no more with you... I think that was great.