In the colourful streaks of water lilies

We get reborn

In the tasteless streaks of a cobra in the desert

We get reborn

From the saliva of the mouth of a horse

That a "chopandaz" is riding him

To catch the

Half dead goat

We get reborn

With Cartilages and bones and joints

We reborn

With the visions of the butterflies which have been born before us.

With dreams of the pigeons which have fallen asleep in the edge of 

       turquoise roofs.

We reborn

To rediscover the leaves of the trees

And the test of grapes

And the smell of the raisins' gardens

And the old colour of the pomegranate

And the iron and stone

We reborn

To reinvent that the murderousness of iron and radiances of the stones-Grasshoppers are queuing

And are listening to the sound of a dram which comes from a distance.

Ants are in a line.

And listening to our voice that is crying.

After us "Kohl" gets born.

And then Hoopoe

And then tree and then Dandelion

In the queue from where we get born

We come to streets

To believe in prophecy  of Dandelion.

That knows the candle's time

We get to reborn

Half of us in India= other half in wasteland of Hijaz- and looking for the

         other half

Who was born in a well in Isfahan

From the beginning

The name of the wind

The name of the rain

From the beginning we learn the name of spring and winter

And we rummage everything of the world from the beginning

That the death, getting discovered.