The Wall

With the cold moments of the past fleeting by, Your wild eyes contained in your silent demeanor build a wall around me And I flee from you to a pathless path. Until I see valleys on the moons dirt Until I wash my body in the water fountains of light In a colorful fog of a warm summer morning I’ll fill my skirt with lilies from the fields And hear the roar of roosters from the village rooftops I’m fleeing from you to the very skirts of the valley Where I’ll press my feet to the ground Until they sip dewdrops of grass I’m fleeing from you to a deserted beach Where on the lost boulders beneath dark clouds I’ll learn the twisting dance of the ocean’s hurricane In a far off sunset, like wild doves I’ll see fields, mountains, and the sky beneath my feet. And in the midst of dry bushes I’ll hear the blissful music of field birds. I’m fleeing from you until I open the path To the city of desires And in that city… The castle of dreams will have a heavy golden lock But your eyes with their silent scream Will blur my vision Like your dark secrets that Build a wall around me. At last one day… I’ll flee from the illusion of conceiving doubt And I’ll radiate like a perfume from the colorful flower of dreams And I’ll diffuse into the wavy hair of night’s zephyr And travel to the very beaches of the Sun In a silent world, within an eternity of calmness. I’ll gently rock on a bed of golden-colored clouds That extends hand like rays toward the serene sky As if playing a song. It is there where I am happy and free And I weave memories of this world Because your bewitching eyes Find my eyes And blur my vision Like your dark secrets That build a wall around me. Translation by Pari Kooshesh January 2003