Projekt:    Shamloo 1
Autor:    Ahmad Shamloo
User:    Patricia

On Night

At night,

when the silver moonstream makes a lake of limitless plain,

I spread the sails of my thoughts in the path of the wind.

At night,

when no sound rises from the reed beds deep in the ponds,

I joyously voice my bright hope like a sunshaft.

At night,

when songs are sung of hopelessness,

I await from far off the sun`s lip scorching

warmly kissing the neighbor`s rooftop.

At night,

when a sorrow congeals in the cold of the garden,

I listen for the death coughs in the groan-rattle of my decaying