Passionately

"Passionately"

The tear is a mystery
the smile is a mystery
the love is a mystery
My tears that night,
were the smile of my love.

I am not a story to read
nor a song to sing
nor a voice to hear
nor something to see
I am the common pain,
cry out for me.

The tree is talking to woods
the grass to the field
the star to galaxy
the wave to sea
and I am talking to you.

Tell me your name
give me your heart
tell me your thoughts

give me your hands because
I have understood your roots
I have spoken with your lips
to other ones
and your hands are familar with mine.

I have cried for the living
in the bright silence and
I have sung the most beautifull songs
in the dark grave yard
because the dead of this year
were the most passionate living

Give me your hands
your hands are familiar to me
whom I found too late
I am talking to you
like the tree to woods
like the bird to spring
like the field to rain
like the wave to sea
because your voice is familiar to me.

"Ahmad Shamloo" ( A. Bamdad)
Poorly translated by
Fariba Ghiassi