Escape (in Farsi & English)

 

گریز

اینك من و نظارۀ پروانه ای سپید
بر پلّه های قصر زمرّد؛
اینك من و گریز.
آه، ای پرندۀ پنهان
در كوچه های عطر و طراوت،
آوازهای پاکِ تو آیا
بانگی ست تا كه من
آیم برون زِ محبسِ تاریك خویشتن؟

 

 

Escape

Here I am, watching a white butterfly
On the stairs of an emerald palace,
Here I am, on the way of escape.
Oh, you the invisible bird
In a cool fragrant nook
Of the green tower of seclusion,
Is your pure song
An awakening call for me
To break out of the dark prison
Of the Self?

Mahmud Kianush, an excerpt from Thorns & Pearls

https://www.twirpx.com/file/2134815/

image: Compulation (ده) 2 Jan 2008, Mahmud Kianush

in the Kianush Garden

 My dear Friend and Daughter-in-Poetry, Joanne,

Since April 10th 2020, the most unfortunate date in my life, I have been living in isolation, with the tormenting sorrow of Pari's disappearance and the deteriorating condition of my blood cancer. On Saturday twentieth of April I will go to hospital for blood transfusion. All this time I did not have any good news for you. But today I have good photo for you. Recently I found the image of this lost moment of a fleeting happiness. Look at the photo and tell who they are.

With love and best wishes for you and your loving children,

Mahmud

Pari and Mahmud in the garden

both dressed in beige

his red shirt echoing, complementing, suggesting

the cascade of flowers

red on either side

red behind

Pari in the red shirt next time

above Katy and Jim

Christmas tree before the window

garden outside

Kave and Anja hovering, just out of sight

Dear Mahmud,

So happy to hear from you

I think of you every day, hope to see you

this pandemic keeps complicating the kids' wedding plans

fingers crossed we shall all meet in the near future again

in the Kianush garden

xojoanne 

16 June 2020