Irony
You put artificial flowers in a silver-looking vase
beside a painting of a window,
and the sun revealed your smile as fake,
so you rested the mask of your beautiful face
on my chest - but hey, I love you, it's true,
and I love you with all of my heart.
The literal translation of this poem was made by Hamid Kabir
The final translated version of the poem is by Nick Laird
© Poetry Translation Centre 2004-2013

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