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1999
The Goodness of God
The Spear of God
If you descend
Don’t Greet the Night
Useless

2000
Escape
My Garden
Asking for Rain
Coy Girl
Tumult
Prison

2001
Poisoned
Needless Desire
Defeat
Bitter Tales
Boundless Void
Fly Freely
Tough relations
If only
Raise your head!
Mountain – river
Human, Stone, Iron

2002
Fiery honour
Voiceless Cry
Watery Year
Your step, my light!
Night and the poem
A Taste of the Ghazal
With Paper and Pen
When…
With Spring Girls
The least colourful
Smoke-veined Flower
Asleep in the dust

2003
Illusory relations
How
Curvature
Read me
My heart didn’t let me

2004
False smile
Untidy

Herati Women Poets

Night and the poem

It is night and these words come to me
And call up an eagerness in my voice
What fire is this? And how strange that it gives me water
Awakening the perfume of the soul in my body
I don’t know from which mountain, which mountain of hope
Blows a fresh breeze in my final season.
Such brightness appears from the new cloud
That there is no need for my tears and shouts.
My cries spark up tiny stars
My prayer makes its nest in the universe
My tears mark every line of its book
My God! Look how they come down without excuses
From every letter, a book, from every word, a gathering
They have made a doomsday out of my long silence
Just before dawn! Don’t tear my silken clothes since I am happy
It is night and these words come to me

2002

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