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Sohrab Sepehri Selected Poems
"The Foot Steps Of Water"
Life's a pleasant
tradition.
Life's wing is as vast as death.
Life's a jump the size of love.
Life's not something,
we put on the mantel of habit
and forget.
It does not matter where I am.
The sky is always mine.
Windows, ideas, air, love,
earth, all mine.
Why does it matter if sometimes,
the mushrooms of nostalgia grow?
Let's take off our clothes.
Water is just a foot away.
Let's have a basket and
fill it up with all the greens
and all the reds.
We are not to comprehend;
the secret of roses, but maybe
swiming in the incantation of roses.
Or may be looking for
the song of truth
between the morning glory,
and the century.
"Bodhi"
There was a special
moment,
All doors were open.
No leaves, no branches,
The
garden of annihilation had appeared.
Birds of places were
silent,
This silent, that silent,
The silence itself was
utterance.
What was that area?
Seems a ewe and a
wolf,
Standing side by side.*
The shape of the sound,
pale
The voice of the shape, weak
Was the curtain
folded?
I was gone, he was gone,
We had lost us.
The
beauty was alone.
Every river had become a sea,
Every being
had become a Buddha.
(* Refers to dawn )
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