بهیاد سهراب سپهری
نیاسر
In Memory of Sohrab Sepehry
Niasar, Kashan
I saw not two trees become foe.
I saw not a willow,
Sell its shade to the earth.
Benevolently it shares,
The elm its branch to the raven.
Wherever there is a leaf,
My Passion blossoms.
Translated by Persica Australis
© M. Rahimzadeh
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