by Sohrab Sepehri
Poet, Painter and Musician
rider asked in the twilight "Where is the friend's house?"
The passer by bestowed the flood of light on his lips to the darkness
and pointed to a poplar and said:
Is a garden-line greener than God's dream
Where love is bluer than the feathers of honesty.
Walk to the end of the lane, which emerges from behind the puberty,
then turn towards the flower of solitude,
two steps to the flower,
stay by the eternal mythological fountain of earth,
where a transparent fear will visit you,
in the flowing intimacy of the space you will hear a rustling
you will see a child,
Who has ascended a tall plane tree to pick up chicks from the
nest of light,
Where is the friend's house?"