Writings and Poems: In Mourning for a Friend - 2002-06-24

Writings and Poems: In Mourning for a Friend - 2002-06-24 The sky, O you who sit so far away and indifferent to the sorrow of the earth, there is no flame of your sigh, nor is there any concern for your flowing tears. With all this, the wandering joy has embraced the boundless desire, forgetting the sorrow of love. The white and naked beggars keep the gathering warm for themselves, neither ashamed of this indifference nor of this pain, as the earth in its sanctuary has no pure orphan. He, from this treachery, is ill and has no fear of death. O sky, either awaken to yourself or suddenly collapse. The earth calls you with the sorrow of love; be with the sorrow of his love for a moment. This was a poem by Hossein Nooshazar and Mirza Aqa Asgari (Mani) mourning the earth. Then they drew the silence towards me and danced in mourning for me in the newspapers. In the mouth, the word became the moon. The moon turned into water in the dark tree. The stars wove the red galaxy, and the birds returned to the branches of clarity. In the crossroads, a cluster of radiant poetry. And they realized: the shining face of my love is hidden in the veil of silence. In the crossroads, under the old sheets, they became dark, companions who carried the innocent face of death to the essence. Before they realized, my death was hidden in the visage of their lives! And Reza Baraheni mourns for a friend, saying: We scatter flowers on your grave, we cry. A headless peacock hangs from the eyes of the crowd. What is happening to you? Oh, what is happening to you with your cheeks, the fragrance that confuses people, a fragrance that writhes from dreams, a gift of your scent to the spirit of the world. The marble that smelled of Mary and the hair of the moon becomes empty in the worm-eaten wax. We scatter flowers on your grave, we cry. We return alone and empty-handed.