Estou escrevendo esta carta em nome de um PhD que está proibido de estudar.
THE PERSIAN POEM IN ENGLISH
Notice how green, colourful, and fruitful I am
Notice how full of leaves, branches, and strong I am
Despite the injury caused by the spite of axmen,
I am deeply rooted; such is my magnificence
Though you may perceive that I have fallen to the ground,
and my youthful branches bare the wounds of your hatchets
Yet, what will you do with my roots!?
Though you may sit on this rooftop,
waiting to ensnare a bird,
while holding the sign: “Flying Prohibited”
Yet, what will you do with the little chicks in the nest!?
Though the abusive, night prowling wind
may be passing through, howling and brawling like a drunkard
Yet, what will you do with the twittering, bright sunrise!?
Though you may beat us
Though you may take us
Though you may kill us
Yet, what will you do with the inevitable bloom of a blossom!?
Do not presume that I am gone with the wind
As I am chronicled and will remain in thoughts
Such entwined and entangled with the pain of my people,
one may imagine that I am the cry, the cry, the cry!!