Lot Essay
‘An Oasis in the Moment
If you are coming to see me,
I am beyond the Land of Nothingness.
Beyond the Land of Nothingness is quite a place.
Beyond the Land of Nothingness, the veins of the air
Swarm with blowballs that bring word
From the farthest flowering plant of the Earth
And sands bear the imprint of hoofs of those delicate horsemen
Who climbed the Hill of the red poppys Ascension at dawn.
Beyond the Land of Nothingness, the wishing umbrellas are open:
The moment a breath of thirst touches a leaf to the quick,
The alarm bells of rain are sounded.
One is lonely here
And in this loneliness, the shade of an elm flows on to eternity.
If you are coming to see me,
Pray step gently, softly
Lest the thin shell of my loneliness
Should crack.’
(Sohrab Sepehri, translation by K. Emami and Sh. Bakhash).
If you are coming to see me,
I am beyond the Land of Nothingness.
Beyond the Land of Nothingness is quite a place.
Beyond the Land of Nothingness, the veins of the air
Swarm with blowballs that bring word
From the farthest flowering plant of the Earth
And sands bear the imprint of hoofs of those delicate horsemen
Who climbed the Hill of the red poppys Ascension at dawn.
Beyond the Land of Nothingness, the wishing umbrellas are open:
The moment a breath of thirst touches a leaf to the quick,
The alarm bells of rain are sounded.
One is lonely here
And in this loneliness, the shade of an elm flows on to eternity.
If you are coming to see me,
Pray step gently, softly
Lest the thin shell of my loneliness
Should crack.’
(Sohrab Sepehri, translation by K. Emami and Sh. Bakhash).