Eternity ( جاودانگی )

I have been a tiny seed
A branch
A leaf
Perhaps a blossom
Sprung from soil that holds
The lifeless soul of all ancestors
Hidden
Safeguarded in its womb
As a precious trove

I have been a tiny seed
Born from the springtime joy of a bloom
Following the season of rain and sun
So that, with the world's eternal cycle
The secret of eternity
May take new life again

A tiny seed
Unaware
Where in this inevitable rotation
By chance
Or by longing
It trembled at the touch
Of alchemical fingers
So that still
With its lifeless soul
It breathes life once more
Into memories

Arsalan - Tehran
15 Dey 1394