Poems

Uncompleted Poem

Only with words
I have drawn a portrait of my dear
I watch it:
It’s exactly hers!
Only the earrings for her delicate ears are missing
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The dictionaries
let them to be proud,
let them grow,
let them prettify with thousands of beautiful words,
what is their merit,
when they do not include a word,
[that is] suitable to become earrings for her!
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I am Ayyub [1]
the spine of my hope does not bow easily,
it is a word, for which I am infatuated,       
sooner or later, I will reach it-
even if on the wings of simurgh [2]
span by span I will search the sky,
If it dips (sinks) under the ground
I am underground excavator, if there is one
 
It is a word and I will find it,
[even] if the sole of my imagination’s foot
split and crack
If [I could] not [find it],
I will create it [the word]!
and I will not let the ears of my dear without earrings