
If I didn’t come with the blossoms – a poem by Shahryar Behrouz
Tell the little girl: Sometimes even the crows come home. ِ آن را هیچ کس نمیفهمد
And in the scent of your hair, sadness grows deeper that no one understands. در راه
She has a long night, tell me there is always a stone in our footsteps. است
Sometimes it takes us in the direction of our feet, which is a story.
It can reach the top like Johnny, but only when it reaches the end.
It’s not over yet. Say that only the dead have seen the end of war. ابی به همه
“And returning does not mean staying alive, it means always achieving everything.”
In the depths of our dreams, the light turns on, water flows and… میزند
Tell us when a stranger calls us, we will go back to sleep again. زیکن
He always knocks on the door, there is always a chance of sad news. Player کتاب
“Tell your daughter that a story can come to an end like a doll from a book.”
Forgotten under the bed or fallen from a tree, tell me. باران میآورند
These are the boats that carry the river, they are the clouds that bring rain. میخواهیم نیست
They have held onto the sky, tell me that nothing is as we want it to be.
We didn’t see. Tell us, we miss you with our bones.
We hold our bones dear and we break with our bones, tell me. گِ زندگی را میدهد
The hearts of humans are white and red is a metaphor that gives the taste of the melody of life. در حال جنگ
“Always remember, a warrior’s shield is empty, always a lone soldier, and always at war.” به سنگر خالی
The empty fortress is reached late by the lone soldier, and reaching the empty fortress is also late.
Another type of reaching is telling your daughter about spring. زمین خشک باشد
“We will fill the well again when it comes, even if the ground is dry.” دست
There is no news behind the door, a foot for walking, and a hand in hand.
The depth of our dreams and the fatherly embrace; tell us. داشت
Along the way, we are together and even if spring does not come, we must have a story.
Let’s start fresh.
