{"id":368,"date":"2020-12-04T13:42:44","date_gmt":"2020-12-04T13:42:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hawcharkh.net\/en\/?p=368"},"modified":"2020-12-04T13:42:49","modified_gmt":"2020-12-04T13:42:49","slug":"childhood-saleh-souzani-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hawcharkh.net\/en\/2020\/12\/04\/childhood-saleh-souzani-poem\/","title":{"rendered":"Childhood &#8211; Saleh souzani \/ poem"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em> From the collected poems \u201cPoem of the moments\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>by:<strong> Saleh Souzani<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Translate by: <strong>safoura hashemi chaleshtouri<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Flowage\u2026from your thoughts to\u2026me<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; abundantly<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>to your\/self<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; to<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; exception<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>up to poetry<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>poem of the moments<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u2026me-we-are<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\/ how sour is this \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>day as &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;bitter to escape \u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I do not know my\/self<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>loving<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I crawl<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; or a butterfly ignites me, candle<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>idle<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>next to an ant<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>you count the sky<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>no galaxy sees us\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>galaxy\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>me\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>ant\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>despite a salty night, Bawvan<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>of my eloping<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I twist amorously<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>or a sour butterfly is burning me<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>in the rosary of this sunset<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \/ it is inevitable \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>circular and enough every morning<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>bitter and salt<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>to the morning rice (I swear)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>you are the hope, Bawvan!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>what color the acrid taste of my teeth is<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>when I suck a cigarette at night or in the morning<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>instead of a cone you forbade me, Bawvan!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019m garbled<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as the wind<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>like the darkness of your nightly and\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>the evangel of death in your eyes<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; it is far away<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>from your hands;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; hope!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I do not see the bottom<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; pitchy<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>your shoes and<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>nothing else<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\/ as philosophy \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as winter when it was raining rice<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\/ and we did not have \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>the wind was guilty, It did fall in love and huff<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>and me, a cigarette;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>in my wind smoke blows<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>nights, bitter<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>days, caustic<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \/ pepper is the ugliest color \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; when you are not, Bawvan!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; blood is green and green<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>it is constantly pours<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>this inevitable sunset rosary<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; me<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019m neither green nor bitter<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>neither black nor rice<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \/ we did not have \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I was the childhood of Beigerd<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I was weeping<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;believe!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I still do not know the color of Kurd<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; and its taste<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; in the desire of the taste<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>no cigarettes or smoke<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>wrap me in the wind&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; you<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I am colorless \u2026 colorless<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as the science which is red blood<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; as the history which is colorless<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>from me<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>to my father<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>grandfather<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>and\u2026 my grandsire<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\/ I am a man, I will not speak about the mother \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>and you, Bawvan!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>from you to<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; my grandmother and<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; elder mother<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>we hang on your mother<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; at<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; poetry<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; which is a lot<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; to story-imagination<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;for<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u2026both\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>how sour the nights and<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>how inevitable the sunset<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"44\" height=\"12\" src=\"\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"43\" height=\"12\" src=\"\">Circle &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mandala &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Young<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>from your eyes, Bawvan<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; neither hope<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>from your hands<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; nor embrace<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I do not see the bottom<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>only the shoes of childhood and<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>now older<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>and poetry \u2026 Bawvan! \u2026 you<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I compose the poetry<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as a letter to the wind which did not come<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as red \/ which is now green \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as butterfly which ignite me candle<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as death like flight \/ never asks love \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; butterfly or me or you<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>along with the wind or thight-sleet\u2026 how blue<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>from your hair how white as rice<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \/ we did not have \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>my hair, black and black as hearts\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>believe, breath can be as poem<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>cover you by the death \/ alive-death \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as Shur in me<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; night<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as inevitable, sunset\/ morning<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I fell in love, Bawvan, with your colors<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>that colorless smell\u2026 up to \u2026 eternity \u2026 me<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>at youth when the snow was white<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as rice \u2026 or fruit \/ that we did not have \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>to the brown of that moon \/ I swear \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>and to the yellowish of this poem<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"37\" height=\"12\" src=\"\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; poem of the moments<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>do not cry for me, Bawvan<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>neither you crying up to me too <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>garbled in<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n<p>as the wind in color how it goes<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>paint me red that green<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>any color that is colorless in me<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>even imagination&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; poem of the moments<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;in you<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>color\u2026 color<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019m your colorless in myself<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; breath<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>up to \u2026 eternity<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019m garbled, Bawvan as the soul of a Dada poem<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; as language<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>ant counts the galaxies next to you<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; and the sky, small&#8230;look!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ants of the galaxy<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>how colorless in your eyes<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It\u2019s also warm, my eyes<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \/ for you \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>you who are here 2000<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as Bawvan!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>which brings the color in the embrace<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It\u2019s imagination or poem<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\/ philosophy and science and morning \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as the language that I\u2019m garbled<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"51\" height=\"12\" src=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"49\" height=\"12\" src=\"\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I don\u2019t know<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>in the color of cigarettes and wine and rebelings \u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>in the color of your hair or tooth<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as rice<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\/ we did not have \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as clock, versicolor<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\/ we do not have \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; T \u2026 i \u2026 m \u2026 e<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Ah! Bawvan! I\u2019m garbled&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I do not know any taste<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as color<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>what color is our history?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>our science! What color is it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>what color is this garbled love?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I don\u2019t know the Kurds<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u2026 breaths\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>bitter-salt or sour<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I do not see the bottom<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>only shoes\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>even dark<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as milk<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as rock<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>upon<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>my body<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>butterfly\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019m garbled<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>garbled\u2026 forever<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>don\u2019t afraid of the color of this crazy<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>this blond scream in my eyes<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\/ as history \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>in my body<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\/ as the first white hair on my chest \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>don\u2019t afraid of the taste of this love-death<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>it\u2019s blood, blood which is green as sun<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>not night \/ by the night \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>of the form of this butterfly wing<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\/ I cut it out unknowing \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>cry and<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>my colored finger from the butterfly wing<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\/ I wake up at nights to the love of the waves and at the mornings to the delight of a heart as a cup of the ocean! \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>L\u2026O..L<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>a poet without tome!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>don\u2019t afraid of meaning \/ that does not remain \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; of friendship \/ that is good \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;we did not have<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>of the sun which is warm<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; have it<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>from cold, summer<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as pilaf \u2026 feast to \u2026 feast<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as the smell of the feast baths \/ early bird \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>here 2000<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>the star is near<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>how long our hands \/ Utopia \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"12\" height=\"68\" src=\"\">the deepest height of though and<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>the most love<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>colors \u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019m colorless watercolor<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>up to pain and joy of alive-death<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>with love and breath\u2026s<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>lower between the two legs<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>yawn\u2026 revolution<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>a colorful tremor and<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>of the kiss\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>baby and<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>inevitability of sunset and \u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019m sob! believe<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as cold as the sun<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>and as moon<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>warm and flame\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>we froze we froze\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>watery ice<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>from the pregnant cloud<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \/ Utopia \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>the seared and gleed ground \u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>up to the rain<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>me you, wear on your head!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>(dear of father, oh, the shine of my poetry!)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\/ the most ridiculous power \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>do you remember?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; the world of colorful thoughts<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; with letter<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; story and<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; poetry<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>how long?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>how short is the life of the earth and<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>why are we so far apart<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"12\" height=\"70\" src=\"\">a jump\u2026 a thousand jumps<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"63\" height=\"49\" src=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"30\" height=\"49\" src=\"\">how long?&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;I don\u2019t know<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It\u2019s a circle and the pen also walks by<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \/ how a poem \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as long as God\u2019s life<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I\u2019m infected with poetry<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as close as the star<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>to war and love and you\u2026 and<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>{my parental excuses of Savareh and Soran<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>for Pari whose eyes was burning me as green}<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>you are Bawvan for this poem<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as language<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as history and authority<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019m dangling<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; purl<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; purl<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>: to you to me that I am you<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>how long?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; rain and not rain<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>the seared cloud and this pregnant ground<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>with the wings of the breaths<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>with the love of the lovelessness<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; colorless<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019m green-blue \u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Or any color<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>no anymore&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; howlong the colorless<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>no garbled&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I\u2019m garbled up to \u2026 rock<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>you, Bawvan!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>one violet night \/ The weight of this poem how much<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>dominates you, change it! \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>it impressed my heart, Bawvan, impressed my heart, my heart \/ sing \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<ul class=\"wp-block-list\"><li>If I go up the mountain to the river<\/li><\/ul>\n\n\n\n<p>\/ how much does it cost? \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<ul class=\"wp-block-list\"><li>How much is one of your kiss?<\/li><\/ul>\n\n\n\n<p>how much is the price of that flower and that poem<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>and this word, Narcissus<\/p>\n\n\n\n<ul class=\"wp-block-list\"><li>a great gay for how many<\/li><\/ul>\n\n\n\n<p>L\u2026u\u2026ll<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>no longer I can\u2019t a poem<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I sell<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>as you that the territory and<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; manhood and \u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\/ I hate this manhood word \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>and honor<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>and sometimes homeland and sky and star and\u2026poem<\/p>\n\n\n\n<ul class=\"wp-block-list\"><li>How much is<\/li><\/ul>\n\n\n\n<p>a kiss and two beers<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>a pep and giving a pep<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>two poems with soda<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>roundly justification<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; for myself<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; and homeland<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; and power<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>now I can\u2019t any poems of moments<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>it\u2019s over this emanation\u2026 up to get it again<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>up to the word again\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; camaraderie<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; or frenzy<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; or travel\u2026 up to \u2026 it up \u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>sky and galaxy star<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>L\u2026O\u2026L<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>there is nothing more ridiculous than poetry and words<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>what better that you did not understand me<\/p>\n\n\n\n<ul class=\"wp-block-list\"><li>to hell<\/li><\/ul>\n\n\n\n<p>what a pleasure hell is and \u2026 not stopped<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; up to \u2026 rain<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; to the regretful color<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\/ the authority silence \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019m stronger than Bahman<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; destroyed me<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>to the devil!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>poem of the moments is colorless logic<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>of my\/self and<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>you Baw\/van<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"12\" height=\"69\" src=\"\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; up to rock<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"33\" height=\"43\" src=\"\">hanging on my body<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>it\u2019s the cheapest word \/ man \/<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>it\u2019s enough enough!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>you, Bawvan<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>make me green up to the rain<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>L\u2026O\u2026L<\/p>\n\n\n\n<ul class=\"wp-block-list\"><li>How nice that you did not understand what I was saying<\/li><\/ul>\n\n\n\n<p>it\u2019s circle and pen walks by too<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>the seventh \u201cpoem of the moments\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>( Saleh Souzani \/ Poem of the moments \/ 1997<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Translate by: Safoura Hashemi Chaleshtouri ) &nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator\"\/>\n\n\n\n<ol class=\"wp-block-list\" type=\"1\"><li>\u201cPoem of the moments\u201d is composed in ten mental parts. This section is the seventh part of the collected poems \u201cpoem of the moments\u201d called Childhood. &nbsp;&nbsp;<\/li><li>To translate from Persian text of Goharan Poetry Quarterly No. 15, p. 103 \u2013 108, Spring 2007.<\/li><\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the collected poems \u201cPoem of the moments\u201d by: Saleh Souzani Translate by: safoura hashemi chaleshtouri . Flowage\u2026from your thoughts to\u2026me &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; abundantly to your\/self &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; to &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; exception up to poetry poem of the moments &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \u2026me-we-are \/ how sour is this \/ day as &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;bitter to escape \u2026 I do not know my\/self &hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":370,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[38,3,6,5],"tags":[46,26,30,42],"class_list":["post-368","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-hawcharkh","category-poem","category-poets","category-translators","tag-avangardism","tag-kurdish-literatur","tag-kurdistan","tag-poem"],"yoast_head":"<!-- This site is optimized with the Yoast SEO plugin v27.4 - https:\/\/yoast.com\/product\/yoast-seo-wordpress\/ -->\n<title>Childhood - Saleh souzani \/ poem - Hawcharkh<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/hawcharkh.net\/en\/2020\/12\/04\/childhood-saleh-souzani-poem\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Childhood - Saleh souzani \/ poem - Hawcharkh\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"From the collected poems \u201cPoem of the moments\u201d by: Saleh Souzani Translate by: safoura hashemi chaleshtouri . 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