Tuesday, March 9, 2010

A RING TO ME IS BONDAGE

I do not think of prayer-mats,
But I do think of a hundred roads
Which pass through a hundred gardens
full of silk-tassel trees;

I know the Kibla;
It has its place where happiness is;
And I say daily prayers
On the Silk Roads,
With the music of sparrows.

I do not know what Affection means,
Or what can be the difference
between one land and the other.

Aloneness is what I call Happiness
And desert is what I call Home,
And whatever makes me sad I call Love.

To me a five-pound note means Wealth;
I describe anyone who picks a flower
as Blind;
And in my eyes a net,
that separates the fish from water,
is a Murderer.

I look at the sea with envy
And say to myself:
"How small you are!"
Perhaps the sea
Also feels the same
When it joins the ocean!

I do not know what is Night,
But Day is what I understand well.

To me a flower-bush is a Village
And a short walk in the gardens
of memories, Freedom,
And any meaningless smile, Joy.

To me anybody who has a cage
in his possession
is a Gaoler;

And I see any thought
that may remain useless in my mind,
as a Wall;

To me a ring is Bondage.

I do not think of prayer-mats,
But I do think of a hundred roads
Which pass through a hundred gardens
full of silk-tassel trees.

- Mina Asadi (Persian Poetess)

1 comment:

shafinaaz said...

ah, the life of the unshackled...