The Fig Tree

نجوا - whisper

رستنی‌ها کم نیست
من و تو کم بودیم
خشک و پژمرده و
تا روی زمین خم بودیم

گفتنی‌‌ها کم نیست
من و تو کم گفتیم
مثل هذیان دم مرگ
از آغاز چنین درهم و برهم گفتیم

دیدنی‌‌ها کم نیست
من و تو کم دیدیم
بی‌سبب از پاییز
جای‌ میلاد اقاقی‌ها را پرسیدیم

خواندنی‌‌ها کم نیست
من و تو کم خواندیم
من و تو ساده‌ترین شکل سرودن را در معبر باد
با دهانی‌ بسته وا ماندیم

من و تو کم بودیم
من و تو اما در میدان‌ها
اینک اندازه‌ی ما می‌خوانیم
ما به اندازه‌ی ما می‌بینیم
ما به اندازه‌ی ما می‌گوییم
ما به اندازه‌ی ما می‌روییم

من و تو
کم نه، که باید شب بی‌‌رحم و
گل مریم و بیداری شبنم باشیم

من و تو
خم نه و درهم نه و کم هم نه
که می‌باید با هم باشیم
من و تو حق داریم
در شب این جنبش نبض آدم باشیم
من و تو حق داریم
که به اندازه‌ی ما هم شده، با هم باشیم

من و تو حق داریم
که به اندازه‌ی ما هم شده، با هم باشیم

گفتنی ها کم نیست...

To be grown is not few
You and I were few
Dry and withered and,
Bent to the ground, we were

To be said is not few
You and I had a few to say
Like a near-death delirium
Tousled, we conveyed, from the beginning

To be seen is not few
You and I saw a few,
Gratuitously and unwarrantedly,
Since autumn,
Asking the birthplace of acacias

To be read is not few
You and I, had a few to read
You and I, unaware,
In the crossing of the wind,
With shut mouths,
Our attempts futile, at the simplest form of composing.

You and I were few
You and I but in these fields are,
Presently reading as much as us
Presently seeing as much as us
Presently conveying as much as us
Presently growing as much as us

You and I,
Not few,
Cruel nights,
And marigolds,
And dew's awakening we must be

You and I,
Not bent,
Not tousled,
Not few,
And together we must be

You and I,
Have a right to be
The pulse of mankind
In this movement of a night

You and I,
Have a right to be,
As much as we can,
Together

To be said is not few.