From a Distant Past One night in the distant past I danced with her The fine perfume from the back of her earlobes Was rejuvenating my soul When her head was on my shoulder The silken curls of her black hair Was teasing my ho menu_book

The Breast of the Moon The milk of light from the Breast of the Moon Was sprinkling on the meadow In the mixture of light and shadow Shrubs of the spring Filled with blossoms and flowers Tantalized by the breeze menu_book

The Frigid Tale of Truth The frigid tale of truth How calm is the snow? It covers the devastations of the autumn How beautiful is the color white How calmly the snow falls And how calmly it sits on the shoulders of the e menu_book

By In creepy narrow passages Sometimes the shadow of a body Sometimes shivering and sometimes quiet Sometimes this way, sometimes that Shadows, sometimes like paintings and prints And sometimes in my front and sometimes beh menu_book

The Death of the Swan In the old country, a vocalist of miraculous voice Sang a sad song of people's choice Sang he the song of the swan's death And people listened holding th menu_book

The night was neither cold nor freezing It was neither dark nor light and brilliant They had filtered the air from dust And had driven gold nails into the lapis dome of the night On the wings of thought traveled I from this oasis On a menu_book

I looked everywhere; there were no borders, no limits And felt the existence of time from movement I counted the moments To do so I had to take the hands of time I was ashamed of my futile endeavor Only then I understood love It has been such a menu_book

Waiting for the Light It is night and the birds are silent The meadow is asleep The flowers have hidden their colours from the night A dark fear swirls in the air Even the passersby speak softly The night an menu_book

Beyond the Heavens Beyond the Heavens O my beloved Too far is the heaven Too high is the sky Who knows whether in the beyond On the other side of the blue veil How destinies are shaped? Or how do they fall in love? O menu_book

The fragrance of the original rose Takes me to the past Distant pasts When I was a child And I thought often And was asking myself why? And I had no answer I was looking at distant horizons And kept quiet My head was empty And my h menu_book

Time- My Enemy My destiny that was Written behind the curtains Was wrapped in the silk of mystery While I follow it like in a dream And have no recourse to it menu_book

If I were a sculptor I would carve your body from the purest marbles I would plant on your bosom Red live flowers I would pour kindness in your heart of stone I would store love in your chest I would use rubies for your lips And would de menu_book

My shadow and I were running away From each other The sun would bring us together And it would also push us apart Sometimes I would end up shorter And sometimes my shadow If I spoke, If I laughed If I hummed He menu_book

The Petal (Translation from the original Dari is by the writer himself.) Look at this petal It is so fine like your face Its rosy color Is like the color of your cheeks Its perfume Is like the per menu_book

If Spring Comes (Translation from the original Dari is by the writer himself.) On the arrival of spring I would plant emeralds of grass on its path, On the arrival of spring, I would play a tune of l menu_book