The Yearning for a Scream ( سودایِ فریاد )

On the restless wound of our scars

If there is no cure 

Light a flame  

So the volcano of pain  

From the bloodstained core of the earth  

Can erupt

On the knotted choke of our grief  

If there is no path to a scream  

Place the seal of a kiss  

So the storm of wandering words  

Can flow  

On the tongue

On the locked bolt of our hands  

If there is no sign of release  

With the caress of your fingers  

Apply a balm  

So the torn body of the soul  

From the bruised mark of captivity  

May be freed, if only for a moment

On the misfortune of our days

If there is no end  

Place a new melody  

From the hidden strings  

So perhaps  

The long-ago dreams of the children of yesterday  

May be interpreted  

On every leaf of the stories.

Arsalan - Tehran  

December 24, 2021