My House is Cloudy | Nima Yushij | Ali Salami

My house is overcast by clouds

Permanently weighed by a pall of cloud over the earth.

The wind, broken, desolate and intoxicated,

Whirls over the pass.

The world is laid waste by it

And my senses too!

O piper!

O you enchanted by the music of the pipe,

Where are you?

My house is cloudy, yet

The cloud is impregnated by rain.

 

Cherished by the illusion of my bright days,

I stand opposite the sun

I cast my gaze upon the sea.

And the entire world is desolated, ravaged by the wind

And the ever-playing piper progresses onto his path

In this cloudy world.

©Ali Salami 2017

The Boat | Nima Yushij | Ali Salami

My face is withered

My boat is stranded.

 

With my stranded bark

I cry:

“I am stranded in sorrow

In this dangerous seashore

And the water is far away

“Help, O friends!”

A smile of derision breaks upon their lips

But directed at me

At my askew boat

At my tumultuous words

At my infinite perturbation

At my infinite perturbation

Suddenly a cry issues from me:

I fear but danger and annihilation

The commotion of `to be or not to be'

It is but for endangered life.”

With their mistake

I buy mistakes

From their disheartening words

I suffer

Blood spurts out of my wound

How can I dry the water?

I cry.

My face is withered

My boat is stranded

My words are clear to you:

 

One person is alone

I extend my hand to you for help

 

My voice is broken in my throat

And if voice is voluble

I cry

For your salvation and mine

I cry!

©Ali Salami 2017