You Are the Fairest of All
I have traveled this far to forget you
But I knock on the wood
I spill water for the bon voyage
And place raw eggs under the four wheels before I take my first drive
Ah! Iran! I have traveled so far to forget…
Within your stones lay the skulls of many
And the mortals fly everywhere
And the bricks thrown at the trains,
The bare feet running on the rails,
The mysteries of Imams and Saints
And mother-aborted babies are found next to the maze
Ah! Iran! What a fool I was to hide the sore,
The hole is in my heart.
You are the fairest of all.
Sheema Kalbasi
