{"id":437,"date":"2023-07-25T20:49:45","date_gmt":"2023-07-25T20:49:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hawcharkh.net\/en\/?p=437"},"modified":"2023-07-25T20:49:48","modified_gmt":"2023-07-25T20:49:48","slug":"for-mahi-saleh-souzani-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hawcharkh.net\/en\/2023\/07\/25\/for-mahi-saleh-souzani-poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"For Mahi | Saleh Souzani | Poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"\n


Saleh Souzani<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

translated by: Safoura Hashemi<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u00abDeath comes and the end for all\u00bb is not
You tried to become a fish\u2026 a mytheous fish
What a fanfare my city that is you\u2026 calm\u2026 c.a.l.m\u2026 to sleep
The knot was the wind crawling romantically\u2026 otherwise
What is the difference of killing and genocide?
Let the wind carry her on its hands\u2026 up to the call
We become still poetry
By the letters of d.e.a.t.h
When you are not\u2026 Zhin\u2026 naaa
\u00abBlood is viridescent, viridescent\u2026
keep pouring and this compelled rosery is inevitable and
is excited\u2026 when we carried the night in the day. \u00bb
You were the only one who so jumped up to the Bing Bang
The night couldn’t hold you\u2026 even in the warp by warp of the poetry
You were so enormous\u2026 that you didn’t go upper
Me and the text that could not conquer you
When is mirthless raven? Up to your hair yes your hair yes your hair your hair
Don’t squander away the honor of the night
\u00abSpread your hair in the breeze\u00bb to be blown freedom
\u00abSwing the ringlet\u00bb to go every wind
We were not with the wind
We didn’t go frenzied
The wind took them away and they gone off
They set us on fire and we abided
Ever since you flew
Our poetries have been voyaging by hullabaloo
Many of them are arrested
The rest are the targets of the lines of buckshot\u2026 buckshot\u2026 buckshot\u2026
There is no news of some of our texts and they will not return
The poetry of one of my angry friends
because of the hair of her verses
was burned alive
And today I heard Diwan after Diwan of angry poetry
In the sky of cities
throw stones
Against guns\u2026 batons\u2026 buckshot buckshot buckshot
Poetry is free like you
Don’t try conquer it
\u00abThe fiction of the tiny turbulent fish and \u2026
heinous black crow \u2026
The fiction of the frivolous lion and the righteous king!!
The nigritude of your height
are not excited by the scarlet of this poetry. \u00bb
This is not the same \u00ab\u017di\u017eek\u00bb is the same and more
Rise again, girl of text\u2026 son of poetry
Countless contexts waiting for you\u2026
because of you
from being to becoming
existence existence existence
\u00abSheath the upraised swords\u2026 poetry defeats them
The dew decays them
The poetry blows Aphrodite’s stature and
They are Persephone against her. \u00bb
So, Viva the rebel because of you!
\/If poetry and revolution, like the rainbow of your braided hair, unite in the structure of the flight of love, I am sure, your galactic name and \u00abViva the rebel because of you\u00bb will be her best motto. \/
\u00abI swear by your night hair\u2026
Swear by \u00abTake the moon in your mouth\u00bb
Where are you sitting in Evin, watching the poetry of the star? \u00bb
Only\u2026 only poetry, revolution and mythos are right
that you are now!
\u00abLife like this, how beauteous;
Melting the ablaze candle on the black background of the night\u2026
Such is the life of the stars. \u00bb
I also see her as much as the moon, the sun, the stars\u2026 and nothing
Don’t\u2026 Don’t\u2026 Don’t\u2026 We are fire
We are a flame\u2026 flame\u2026 flame\u2026 the sun\u2026 up tooo
Our love for nation
We bring to the ground
Wow, wow, from all these cities
which are now singing about you
We are in love up to poetry that buckshot by buckshot
They are wet with blood\u2026 by the unjustifiable hand of the evil demon
The demon of gas and the smell of weapons\u2026 up to and up to its rotten
Our wing from letters to words\u2026
The line is said to fly
He tells his malodorous morgue to shoot\u2026 shout\u2026
\u00abWhich and where is the e-mail that can hear the breath\u2026 our breath\u2026 without the fire of the flames\u2026
What site can hear the breath of my poetry and not explode
Which CD will release the Nazanin’s song without me. \u00bb
Apprehension is full of me
And I have been targeted by all kinds of buckshot\u2026
Oh sweetie! my love era is long
It is the myth of a bird that flew from the land of fiction
The fable of an unnumbered city
Your hair is disturbed and fallen on your stature
Look at this dog, how fierce and uncollared it is
Intelligible has not fallen on the darkness of the truth
Let it be destroyed\u2026 because its head is full of hats
Lol\u2026 Lol\u2026 Lol\u2026
A day will come when he will fall to the ground
How far we burn forward
that our power is taller than burning flower
With all its musical gardens
Our failure is a sapling
it will not wither with the fire of your lies
it dances in the power of the stones
A buckshot is accompanied by the scream of its wounds
A child is in the pain of persecution
How far forward!! do you destroy?
To lose weapons and stupidity
And to hang my poetry on your long hair
Fight for the wind
And our poetries for rights
Do you think they can kill us without note?
O! Zhin\u2026 naaa
Oath to life
Up to the eyes of the girls of the whole city
Up to the buckshot inside all of them and our bodies
Up to the poetry to the eternity for from Diwan to Diwan
I sent it\u2026 embrace it\u2026 don’t be afraid, publish it\u2026 don’t be afraid!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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