A POEM OF A SIMPLE MAN
On the lake in the garden of the library
in the city where I live,
there are 2 - 3 swans and a lot of ducks...
but now it is cloudy,
and the surface of the lake is black...
She´s not here
so, life and being _
couldn´t be easy...
I must have patience,
for another day might come
with the sun showing itself,
shining on the town,
and my heart would be _
ashamed for sleeping in pessimism...
And the blue shell of the sky,
would create a blue-grey face of the lake
and no more it would be harmful,
and the day would give message of
My loved-one would come freely
and satisfy my heart's desire...
She would walk beautifully
and find me by searching,
and she would turn her eyes down
We would greet each other,
and after greetings _
she invites me to kiss her red lips
and her blushing cheeks.
Hashem Sharifi ( boodesh ) - December 9th 1993 - Elsinore
Thanks to my friends, for translation
First published in March 2006