Ghazal

امشب به قصهْ دل من گوش مى كنى

فردا مرا چو قصه فراموش مي كنى

( ه. ا. سايه )

چون سنگها صداى مرا گوش مي كنى

سنگى و نا شنيده فراموش مي كنى

رگبار نوبهارى و خواب دريچه را

از ضربه هاى وسوسه مغشوش مي كنى

دست مرا كه ساقهْ سبز نوازش است

با برگهاى مرده هماغوش مي كنى

گمراه تر از روح شرابى و ديده را

در شعله مي نشانى و مدهوش مي كنى

اى ماهى طلائى مرداب خون من

خوش باد مستي ات كه مرا نوش مي كنى

تو درهْ بنفش غروبى كه روز را

بر سينه مي فشارى و خاموش مي كنى

در سايه ها فروغ تو بنشست و رنگ باخت

او را به سايه از چه سيه پوش مي كنى

( فروغ )

Tonight, You listen to the Tale of my heart.

The morrow you forget me, just like a tale.

( H. E. Sayeh )

Like stones, you listen to my voice.

you forget, as if you haven't heared a noise.

Like spring shower you baffle dream of the gate,

with your tempting thuds.

My hand is the green bine of Caress,

and you leave it along with dead leaves.

More Illusive than wine, you entrance eyes

and set them all on fire.

You the Goldfish of my mere blood,

drink with joy since you drink my soul.

You're the violet sunset valley that -

holds the day to it's chest and turns it off.

Your "Forugh" lost her colours in the shades.

why do you crape her with the shadows ?

( Forugh )

Translation : "M"