You laughed at me and didn't know with how much anxiety I stole the apple from the neighbor's garden,
The Gardner ran after me
Saw the apple in your hand
Looked at me angry
The bitten apple fell from your hand on the dust
you went away and since then there have been years but still the voice of your steps teases me and I am drowned in my self-conceit why our house didn't have any garden.
H. Mosadagh
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- I am a thirty something years old Iranian woman who lives with my dearest husband in London, hier I write about my life and my thoughts! foggy_times@yahoo.com
2 comments:
I love this Poet too and I think you translated it well, however I like it more in Farsi:) Mandana
I can understand your feelings, when you wrote this poem. Mike.
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