by Azita Ghahreman

We stand back to back
to contemplate darkness
and the chirping of rain,
the rain eases
a new season dawns
we turn our heads
to contemplate Spring
but find we no longer know one another.

The literal translation of this poem was made by Elhum Shakerifar

The final translated version of the poem is by Maura Dooley


  1. August 28th, 2014 at 12:51 pm

    Ajay Kulshreshtha says:


  2. February 11th, 2013 at 7:12 am

    Ali Wahag says:

    "But" is short but a complete poem. Azita Ghahreman cleared that sometime approaching  the distination also can be painful because the people do  change theirself.

  3. June 24th, 2012 at 7:40 am

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