| پيام ضروري | The rider asked in the twilight “Where is the friend’s house?”
Heaven paused
The passerby bestowed the flood of light on his lips to darkness of sands
And pointed to a poplar and said:
“Near the tree
Is a garden-line greener than God’s dream?
Where love is bluer than the feathers of honesty
Walk to the end of the lane, which emerges from behind puberty
Then turn towards the flower of solitude
Two steps to the flower
Stay by the eternal mythological fountain of earth where a transparent fear will visit you
In the flowing intimacy of the space you will hear a rustling sound
You will see a child
Who has ascended a tall plane tree to pick up chicks from the nest of light?
Ask him
Where is the friend’s house? |
