How close I am to the river, to the trees...

...Life is a beautiful tradition...
...Life has two wings wide as the eternity...a step as great as love...

...Life is not a thing to be forgotten in our daily errands...it is as simple as picking a spring flower...
...Life is the beauty of the tree in the eyes of birds...

...Life is the experience of the darkness in the minds of butterflies...
...Life is the exact strange sense that all the migrating birds have...

...Life is the traverse of a train over a bridge...
...Life is watching a beautiful garden out of the sealed windows of the airplane...the vibrant news of human travel to the moon...feeling that how "alone" was the moon before...

...Life is as simple as washing a glass in the memories of the river...

...No matter wherever I am, all the skies are mine,...all the windows, wisdom, air, love...the earth is mine... sometimes I need not care this much about all these painful separations…

…We do not need to understand the mystery of the red roses…all we might do perhaps…is to be astonished by the beauty of the roses…
…Perhaps, we need to gain that apercu and knowledge to be charmed by the green leaves…

…We might be born everyday by the rise of the sun…make our breaths full of the eternity…go up to the magnificent heights of love whenever it rains…

…Maybe, the only thing we need to do…is…to run after the beautiful song of the truth…


[Free translation by H. Ataei of "Voice of the footsteps of water" by late Sohrab Sepehri, Iranian poet and painter]
[For more information on his life, works and photos, you may see this link: www.sohrabsepehri.com]