The Passion for Life (شور زندگی ) ترجمه دوم

With the flowing robe of dawn  

I will raise a banner  

On the roof of endless solitude  

So the playful curl of the wind  

Can scatter  

The fragrance of freedom  

Across the withered face of the plain

With the broken instrument  

That clings to the shelf of the room 

I will play a jubilant melody  

So the echo of the song  

May draw the flowers  

Escaped from the ruin of time  

To watch the dance  

Of the white poplar leaves

With the burning passion of your gaze  

Amidst the nakedness of my hands  

I will build a fire  

So it may carefully gather  

Clusters of stars  

Into the empty frame of imagination  

And place the joy of water and mirrors  

In the desolation of this ruined home

In the unequal contest  

Between stone and mirror  

There is no time to hesitate  

Even if  

The doubt in your bewildered eyes  

Declares  

The passion for life  

To be without end

Arsalan - Tehran  

August 24, 2021