My husband
 
My husband, 
a global partner, the spouse of all rooftops around the world, 
goes in bed with the sky yonder, on the other side of my window...
the smell of friend onions and Scada perfume,  
send off the vision of my room... 

My husband,
who's knowledge of Islam, 
is but to have four wives,
the left rib of "Man", from the Jewry,
and the slapped right cheek, from Christianity,
toward all the women in the neighborhood,
my childhood class-mates & co-workers,
he shows amazing reverence,  
He invites them to dinner,
and raves about their eyes and their breasts,
"you must bear me a child this Spring !",
These are his words, as he shakes the left-over bread crumbs
over my head...   
 
Translation by Mehradad Irani