The unripe day (rooz-e kaal)
 
The grief of that un-attended stroller on one side,
and the bloodied hospital on the other...
how many blocks to the that road sign
which reads, "keep quiet" ?!
 
I must give birth in the midst of this square...
The stray dog is licking my flesh...
and the cold senseless asphalt covers my warm blood....
I'm burning up...
yet the sound of you greeting me,
cuts off my umbilical cord...
if the annoying noise of this infant lets me...
 
It seems that I've given birth to myself !
 
Translation by Mehrdad Irani