Kharchang Haye Mordabi (English translation)
In this silent world that worships the dumb
how lucky are the loudmouthed crows
how can I explain my each and every moment
for all these idealistic unbelievers
In the soiree of marsh crabs
how can a fish of clear water dance?
how strange falls the ripe without picking
at the feet of unripe garden’s weeds
I’ve reached the completeness of “I’m the god”
at the completeness of gallows for me that worships completeness
I’m still alive and it is a thorn
in the miserly eyes of the people who worship decline/downfall of others
|thanked 6 times|
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