Water Poems of Sohrab Sepehri

 

 

 

Let's not muddy the brook

perhaps a pigeon is drinking water at a distance

or perhaps in a father thicket a goldfinch is

washing her feathers

or a pitcher is being filled in a village

 

Let's not muddy the brook

perhaps this brook runs to a poplar's foot

to wash away the grief of a lonely heart

A dervish may be dipping dry bread in the brook

 

A beautiful lady walked to the brink of the brook

Let's not muddy the brook

the lovely face has been doubled

 

!What refreshing water 

what a spring river

how friendly seen the folk at the upper village

may their cows always render milk! ; may their

springs always gush

I have not seen their village

surely God's footprints lie at the foot of their huts

there moonlight enlightens the expanse of words

surely in the upper villages hedges are low

there the folk know what sort of flower is

 

anemone

surely there the blue is blue

a but is blossoming, the village inhabitants know

O what a fine village it must be

may its orchard - lanes be full of music

the folk upstream understand the water

they did not muddy the brook We also

must not muddy the brookm

 

  SOHRAB SEPEHRI

 

Translated

by

Mehdi Afsha

 

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