A Poem from the Book:
“Of Birds and Men” by Mahmud Kianush
Standing up in the sunshine,
I look around the world:
It is all a naked desert,
With not a single green bush
In which a small bird
Can take shelter from
The burning wind of despair,
And sing its loneliness away.
Our minds were green mirrors,
Radiating with white blossoms
Of joyful mysteries,
Pulsating in the boundless universe.
Now they have turned
Into dead wood,
Surrendered
To the termites of politics.
Standing still in a green robe
In this naked desert,
Taking the simple image
Of a hopeful tree,
I may be saved
From damnation
By a lost small bird
Which may rest on my head
To think and remember
A forgotten song.
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