Sohrab Sepehri is modern Persian poet and a painter.
He was born in Kashan in 1928.
He is an important Iranian poet.
His poems have been translated into many languages: French, Spanish, German, Italian, Swedish, Arabic, Turkish and Russian.
His poetry is friendly and full of human values.
The Water's Footsteps and Passenger are his most famous poems.
He died in Pars hospital in Tehran of leukemia on Monday April 21, 1980.
This is a part of one of his extraordinary poems:
Poem's name: THE WATER'S FOOTSTEPS
For silent nights of my mother
I am a native of Kashan
Time is not so bad to me
I own a loaf of bread, a bit of intelligence, a tiny amount of taste!
I possess a mother better than the leaf
Friends, better than the running brook
And a God who is nearby
Within these gillyflowers, at the foot of yonder lofty oak,
On the stream's awareness, on the plant's law
I am a Muslim
The rose is my Qebleh
The spring my prayer-carpet
The light, my prayer stone
The field my prostrate place
I take ablution with the heartbeat of windows
Moon flows into my prayer, gently it flows
The rock is visible from behind my prayer
All particles of my prayer are illuminated
I pray when the wind calls for prayer
From the cypress tree's minaret
I practice my ritual when weeds say God is Greater
When wave raises
My Ka'ba is beside the brook
My Ka'ba is beneath the acacia
My Ka'ba is lid the breeze, blowing from garden to garden from one town to another town
My Black Stone is light of the garden
I'm a native of Kashan
I'm a painter
Now and then I build a cage by paint, sell it to you to refresh your heart
With the song of anemone which is imprisoned in it
What a faint dream, What a dream I know
My music is lifeless
I know well, my painting pond contains no fishes
I'm a native of Kashan.
The breeze might go
To a plant in India, to an earthenware from Sialk
The breeze may reach a prostitute in Bokhara city
My father died before twice migrating swallows
Before twice snows,
Before twice sleeping under the moonlight
The sky was blue when my father died
Unaware my mother jumped from sleep, my sister grew prettier,
When my father died, the constables were all poets
The grocer asked me, "How much melons you want to buy?"
I asked him, "How much is the price of one once of contentment?"
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