Illusory relations
I am tired of feeling inspired
I am cut by the threadbare cord of song
My heart is saddened by the old tradition of pen and paper
I have been distanced from paper and pen
In the small room’s corner and a poem full of enthusiasm
I slowly tied my leg of desire with the chain
It is my new visit to time
Where I have looked for a new way to the Ka’aba of my hopes
Today, with the absence of speech I am free of pain
When I was full of speech my being was full of apprehension
Call me a fallen angel from now on
As I am free of the illusory relations of evil
I am only watching without poetic feeling
O ghazal, leave me to gather my intelligence!
I have broken my promise with your party’s madness
2003
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