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Snow

1.

A quarter of the night was gone

And the snow was falling like the scattering feathers of the fairies

In the thousands of legends and tales long forgotten

Like an invisible commander,

The wind was crazily ruling orders

On a tired and sad and bewildered army

The snow was falling and we were silent

- Devoid of any worries-

Treading our way step by step

A quiet garden alley spreading before our feet

It seemed as if in every few steps

A light was on for us on a cypress tree

With a pale and dim flicker

Lost in the darkness of this winter snow

The snow was falling and we were walking

Slowly, sometimes alone, sometimes together

What sorrowful complaints we brought

What sweet stories we retold!

None of us knew

On what moment of the night this snow has begun

Nor did anyone knew

Where this turning and curling road was dragging us

The snow was falling and people had gone

On this road before us, under this quiet snow

People like us, happy and unhappy,

They had gone and their footprints could be seen

2.

A quarter of the night was gone and our countless companions

Were walking silently under this sad and messy snow,

Sometimes joyful and happy and bold,

Sometimes as if frightened by the abyss of a hidden fear,

Looking for footprints

And telling the legends of the steps

Who had trodden this way before

Like a fatling wolf cub, free and at large,

I was running here and there

Singing heartily a happy song in each step

Saluting joyfully this divine kingly blessing

That was falling on every head and in every direction

It was all road and the road- this lying whore- this twin of the man's foot since the first day

It was all snow and snow- this turbulent messenger- this cold message of pureness and of age;

And the quiet peaceful silence,

Endless and melancholic

We were walking and from time to time,

I was asking myself:

" Hey, let me see! You the drunk, the intoxicated!

Is this you? – So joyful and merry?

Moving in this long and fearful journey?"

[And it was me, so infatigable,

Vigil in eyes and aware in heart,

Leaning against the wall of silence,

All ears to hear the mildest sound,

Walking happily, blissfully over the moon!

3.

Now we were passing under a lamp with a watery light

Everything pale and dead in soul – near or far-

And at this time I noticed a sad stork sitting on a hunchback tree

The tree loaded with snow

With no friend and no companion but snow

Left behind the emigrating caravan

The stork was talking to itself:

" A horrifying wilderness this is

And the silent gray is snowing and snowing

And then old quiet silence brings no message

Behind those invisible faraway lands

There may be heat and light and music;

There may a familiar warm wing;

But me, alas!

I am but a very lonely old bird –left behind

My inabilities a chain on my legs

And if I open arms to the wind, hardly but zealously,

The will of my wings cannot turn any wheel,

Like the broken wheel of an old and deserted windmill

The sky is tight with no window

On earth, the snow has covered the traces of caravans

Who have gone in the wilderness to unknown lands

The wind is like a rain of needles, water is like iron

All signs are sunk in the no-sign

I remember the bountiful days of youth

And the joy of pioneering in flight

Which was so elegant and so sweet!

No one could forerun me

Never did I follow others

Needless of the humility of obeying rules and rituals

The road was what I would take

The rituals were what I would do

Now, but , alas!

Oh, the heavy dark and cruel night…"

The sad stork had opened its heart to its own privacy.

We were still on the way and it was snowing

Whoever could see in front of him

Was looking for a footprint

But me, I had lost my joy and my merriness

My youthfulness was hurt by a cold contemplation

Ashamed of the footprint I treaded,

I would tell myself every now and then:

" When will you separate your way from these flocks whose leader is the goat?

When will you send your courage to forerun like a flag

And to leave footprints of his own

On the roads not trodden before?

4.

It was still snowing, sad and gloomy

But I was happy once again.

Now I was away from the goats and the sheep

I was myself the herd and the shepherd

On the vast empty snow-covered plains

I was advancing slowly and joyfully alone

Carrying my own flag

The pure and virgin snows

Gave a pleasant melody under my feet

In every step, my foot was planting the seed of its virgin trace

On the snow

To deflower the treasures of mystery,

To imprint a new design of oneself in every step,

What a Godly pride it brought to my heart!

5.

I don't remember well

How far I had gone,

When I heard a cry

Or I just had the desire

To look backward and thus I did

The trodden way was now laying before my eyes

A vast snow-covered plain had been my way

My feet had added my trace thereon

I turned back a few steps, it was snowing

I turned back, it was snowing

The footprints were fresh but it was snowing

I turned back, it was snowing

The footprints could be seen but it was snowing

I turned back, it was snowing

The footprints could still be seen but it was snowing

I turned back, it was snowing

It was snowing

It was snowing, snowing, snowing,..

Snow has covered my footprints too.

Tehran, March- April 1958

[mmiladd]

very nice..!

[music6808]

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