Green to green by Sohrab Sepehri

In this darkness,

I am thinking of a lightly lamb-

to graze the grass of my loneliness.

In this darkness,

I feel my stretched arms-

beneath the original rain-

that fell on the first prayers of men.

In this darkness,

I open a door to the ancient lanes,

and to the golden images carved-

on the walls of old, abandoned caves.

In this darkness,

I reached, I touched the roots.

And,

in this unyielding night,

for the young thicket of death-

grown on the grass of my loneliness,

I sang- the undying verse of Water and Earth.

By Sohrab Sepehri