Green

Green

With me, you speak
Dear, tell softly and slowly

With grief you talking
None, Do not say
Dear, None, Do not say

At the shrine of love and purity heaven
Secret Do not say, tell required

My thirst, in the midst of fire of love
My need, in the midst of the fire kindness

To my God, nor thy God
To my God

My swear is torn the chest
To needed, confidential secret
In the meantime, I am green garment

I'm not a tree, not a Imam
I am, green garment

Shiraz, Iran
8/02/1989
14:45

Jahangir