The Fishes’ Message
I went to the pond
Hoping to see the reflection of my loneliness in the water
There was no water in the pond.
The fishes were saying:
"“It is not the trees’ fault at all.
It was a sultry summer noon,
The bright son of water, sat by the pond's
And the eagle of the sun dived down and
lifted him up & up in the air.
To hell with our not reaching any oxygen from
And the glitter has left our scales all
Instead, that big light,
The reflection of that red carnation in the water
Whoes heart, if the wind was blowing, would
beat behind the layers of neglect,
was our eyes.
It was a window to the confession of paradise.
If you see God in the palpitations of the
Make an effort and tell him that the fishes'’
pond is dry."”
The wind was going to visit the plane tree,
I was going to visit God.
Translated by Mahvash Shahegh