Sohrab Sepehri Poems
- The Old Tale Of Night O you lost in the stellar green ...
- Friend She was great And belonged to the present time And ...
- Morning Glory Past the border of my dream The shadow of a ...
- The Flow Of Water When knowledge Still nestled by springs, ...
- Water Let's not soil the water: Perhaps a pigeon is ...
- Oasis In A Moment If you are coming to me, I am beyond ...
- Near A Distant Realm There was a woman at the door Standing ...
Sohrab Sepehri was born in Kashan on October 7,1928; a very talented artist and a gifted poet, Sepehri shot to stardom with the publication of The Water’s Footfall which was subsequently followed by The Traveler and The Green Volume. Sepehri died of blood cancer in Tehran in 1980.
Sepehri is so popular with the Iranians that he is usually known by his first name ‘Sohrab’ as if he is a ... more »
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The Old Tale Of Night
O you lost in the stellar green wonders!
The fig of ignorance
Epitomizes the virgin rocks
The heart of water is pining
For the reflection of a garden
The everyday apple tastes of illusion in the mouth.
O old fear!
My fingers went numb when you came to me.
My hands know no fear:
Tonight they pluck fruits
From the branches of myths.
Each tree bears
As many leaves as my fears.
Audacious speech thawed in the burning meeting of eyes
O colorful beginnings!
Protect my eyes from the evil magic:
I am still