
Different Lines – A Poem by Reza Ekvanian
نکن
“Do not introduce your life and its various problems to me.”
It makes me laugh a little, even though I can’t handle it. Love for me. میبرد
It becomes precious and erases the lines of happiness from memory.
I am a slave. They want me to forget the lines. از برابرت میگذرند
There are many; lines that pass through you. از آنها نیستم
They pass by you and there are many; lines that I am not one of.
I am one of them. In prison, I saw the lines.
I saw prison walls in the courtyard, I saw them in the rooms, I saw them on the walls.
I saw a time when people went from individualism to collectivism. همیشه
“Varied with broken faces and their fate and stories forever”
I, who am a poet in middle age, find pleasure in delightful activities. خطوط زنده توجه کنید
Pay more attention to extinct and forgotten lines than living lines.
I love the forgotten people, their mythical relatives are with me. شادی و سرخوشی به آنها میبخشد
Their loneliness gives them a friendly appearance and in their company, they bring joy and happiness to them. نوشته شده
I have a smile on my lips. There are many lines written with pain.
They are being pulled. They are many; lines that carry a sad narrative with them. همیشه با من هستند
And many more; lines that are always with me. پیشانیِ مادرم انداختهام، دنبالم میکنند
I have thrown myself on my mother’s forehead, they are following me; sometimes on the street, I have thrown myself on my mother’s forehead, they are following me.
They are tapping my shoulder and I am afraid of turning back and bringing them back. آدمها
I know them and remember each one of them. Among all the people. جوان
“Only lines, just a few lines fallen on the forehead of that young woman.”
It is heartbreaking that it seems like they will never leave my mind.
