Mohammad Ahmad
11-03-2015, 08:04 AM
Winter comes and my life will be bared
As a heavy trunk suddenly put down
Once my trunk call comes as a sudden voice
To hear her voice likely I am a child
Once the train of life never comes back
And my woods got yellowish and dried
Once I was your love at a dark night
Once to read I was your lantern
Here my chest is full with hoary hairs
And all of the remembrances I hang over
To stay as my dried woods waiting the winter
O, young deer why don't come and pasturing
Still near my tomb abundant grasses found
And some birds wait and go around
Looking to the azimuth in distilling eyes
O, young deer, may I a falcon
And never looks to ground or skies
As a heavy trunk suddenly put down
Once my trunk call comes as a sudden voice
To hear her voice likely I am a child
Once the train of life never comes back
And my woods got yellowish and dried
Once I was your love at a dark night
Once to read I was your lantern
Here my chest is full with hoary hairs
And all of the remembrances I hang over
To stay as my dried woods waiting the winter
O, young deer why don't come and pasturing
Still near my tomb abundant grasses found
And some birds wait and go around
Looking to the azimuth in distilling eyes
O, young deer, may I a falcon
And never looks to ground or skies