Poetry

Where to, so hasty?”
the wild reed asked the breeze.
“My heart is heavy, dear friend,
and tears press at my soul.”

The path is dark, and I fear
that I may slip and fall.
Let me lean upon your song,
step by step, through it all.”

“Stay a while,” said the breeze,
“Let’s listen to the rain —
and let the hush of dusk
ease the ache in your veins.


Poet: Mohammad-Reza Shafiei-Kadkani (b. 1939)
Iranian poet

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