If not for the clouds

you could

pick the stars

one by one [1]

from this brief sky;

hang

from her perpetually ruffled hair

and imagine that

she says:[2]

 

"I am like a silk rug

that becomes more beautiful

the more worn-out it is,

even though

two or three naughty children

have peed on it."

 

Have you arrived?

 

Now spread your "haft seen" tablecloth [3]

in the middle of the Dam Platz. [4]

 

Even if it rains

the Unknown Soldier

and the swarm of pigeons

are your guests.