SUNSET

For Shahrookh Meskoob

My heart is heavy with woe,
And I have my tired gaze
On the crimson glow of the sun
In the picture on the wall
Setting melancholically
On the glassy bed of reeds.

From the depths of the frozen silence
Softly,
        softly,
                 softly
                            comes
The hopeful sound
Of a shepherd’s flute
With the sweet breath of dawn
In an awakening green valley.

Mahmud Kianush

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