Companion, Hiva Panahi poem

Companion

The sweat of a poem

In the mysterious hills

In the suitcase

I carry my height

Together with a coloured innuendo I travel

Should I still wait

For Ariman* to mock me?

Or fall in love with the sun

As a sinful girl?

Do you think I come from

The country of cells

Do you think an oppressive thunder

Would turn me into the rain of love

Do you think there in the depth of the fields

During the illegitimate pain of darkness, my smile would still be imitation

In the cheerful mirror?

The false moment of the day

In the breath of our existence

Tell me, how can I escape

The ghost dressed in black**?

Yet his shadow brings me fear

I searched in the fairytales

and legends of ages past

For the day that will not dawn

From the famous thousand nights

A grey song

Of cursed love

From where does it come?

In the suitcase

I carry my height

The make-believe hero of the rain

Spoken of a thousand nights

I travel

1996, Kurdistan –Iran

From the collection "The Secret of Snow", Hiva Panahi 

* Evil Spirit

** Reference to the black shadow in Shakespeare’s Othello

***Khaled Sattar Art Work Painting 

 Khaled Sattar 1954 born in Kerkuk south of Kurdistan , He lives and works now in Lund in Sweden .