[FONT=times new roman, times, serif]I am happening again in the continuation of a narrative[/FONT] [FONT=times new roman, times, serif]There is war war[/FONT] [FONT=times new roman, times, serif]There is war in my head[/FONT] [FONT=times new roman, times, serif]In my narrative is war[/FONT] [FONT=times new roman, times, serif]These days when I think by all means[/FONT] [FONT=times new roman, times, serif]War is offended[/FONT] [FONT=times new roman, times, serif]Doubt is sitting in my heart[/FONT] [FONT=times new roman, times, serif]My believes are taken to war[/FONT] [FONT=times new roman, times, serif]There is war war[/FONT] [FONT=times new roman, times, serif]War has gathered us together to become dispersed[/FONT] [FONT=times new roman, times, serif]War causes us to reach together to keep our distance[/FONT] Halabche yet unconscious Has fallen over the bed close to me Kabul has dressed his broken hand with plaster cast in the corridor And … Yesterday a whore from Jerusalem sent a letter to me All its lines smelled like anthrax After that I fear from opening letters I fear if this narrative with my shirt Come martyr from war With a plaque He came back like a brief will: Let all the rights I gave you be left I wish poetry for you, for poetry myself Nothing for myself, I will you to poetry Let it Amen let Amen be left Amen Now let me put my head over the living Till the regret of sitting beside a cradle Till mother Till I die… Composed by Faryad Shiri Translated by Ehteram sadat Tavakoli
