I’m astonished at this garden

Kissing

             The hand of autumn!

I’m astonished at this perfume

Sparkling itself

                          onto corpses

I’m astonished at this river

Flowing

               into a marsh

I don’t multiply in mirror

I

  Slip through them!

I don’t worry about what will happen to me

A tree

         growing in a room

Doesn’t think about the ceiling!   
 
-- Translated from Persian by Robert Chandler