Wash my dead body
By rose water
Bury me under footsteps
Of my lover
Dont cry
Pour wine
Over flower
Play viol
Ask the drunk
The divine dance
And prayer
Persian nightingale
Sings endlessly
Though
He has flown
Towards light
Forever
(2008/3/1)
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I would like to translate this poem
Divine dance, divine poem, divine writer you are my nightingale. Your rose.