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Next poem is coming:
Māh o Fereshte-e Hasté
ماه و فرشته خسته
(Moon and Wounded Angel)
Only now, forever now; burnt
The time, expired, bound
Twixt eternity and instant clove...
Whirl of love, we are but one,
Sun revolving swift; accord...
That claret - my heart, remember me when
You see it, this moment is soul of poet.
Freezing wheeze of North condensed, formed
In a semblance of a man, spake,
"Lay, O frost, with vest this pond lost,
Hide beneath the ice light of face..."
Yet is said,
"Do perform a journey." But know,
That to learn foreign culture, a language and lore -
Is true journey, so go...