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.
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Sohrab Sepehri Poems
She was great And belonged to the present time And had affinity with all bright horizons. And fathomed the language of the earth and water.
Oasis in a Moment
If you are coming to me, I am beyond Oblivion. Beyond Oblivion is a place Where dandelions run into the veins of air,
Let's not soil the water: Perhaps a pigeon is drinking down there Or a thrush dipping its wing by a far thicket Or a pitcher being filled in a village.
Past the border of my dream The shadow of a morning glory Had darkened all these ruins What intrepid wind
The Flow of Water
When knowledge Still nestled by springs, Man Indulged himself in his azure philosophy
Tonight Will journey To the realm of words In a strange dream.
Near A Distant Realm
There was a woman at the door Standing with a body as ever I approached her: Her image flooded my eyes.
The Way to the Orchard
Keep calling me! Sweet is your voice. It is the green Growing beyond the companionship of sorrow.
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
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She was great
And belonged to the present time
And had affinity with all bright horizons.
And fathomed the language of the earth and water.
Sounded like the sad tone of truth.
To the heartbeats of elements.
The generous air.
And she directed kindness
Towards our hearts.
She was the image of her solitude.
And for the mirror she interpreted
The most amorous moments of her own Time.
Like rain, she was full of fresh repetitions.
And like the trees
She grew with the blessing of...