Wednesday, 1 October 2025

( ترجمه شعر نقشی از پاییز ) A Portrait of Autumn







You wept, hidden,

within my eyes,

and I,

upon your lips,

laughed —

bare and unveiled.


A trace of golden leaf

fell upon your hair;

you showed me

the autumn,

and the sorrowful dusk

of the garden.


You gazed in wonder

at my empty hands,

and I,

upon the firmness of your steps,

with all my strength

stood tall.


A leaf slipped down to earth,

and the emptiness of your footsteps

the wind

carried away.


You settled

gracefully within the old frame

of my memories,

and I

drank deep the intoxication of a dream,

where, with the early turning of the seasons,

from the rainbow of your gaze

upon each leaf of autumn

I beheld

a vision of transformation.


Arsalan – Wiesbaden

September 30, 2025


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