I’ve borrowed three feathers off of you
Scent of a House in NovRooz smells of aged air
The carpet bent its shoulder for you, and
a cavity turned volcano in your spot
It’s alright if you’re sadden by me and
the picture frame shows a little boy that sometimes
Might say it’d rained at some point in these corners
An eye on a day had pictured you from a little closer up
Now, I’m watching from a thousand pores
I balance the sultry in the room with a lake in Minnesota
I sit still for one breath to put your voice in written words
You, a tall figure with three dragons sleeping in you
are like air for breathing
I’ve borrowed three feathers off of you
–
Abouzar Karimi
Part of the unpublished long poem
Translated by Saghi Ghahraman