| A huge television full of whirligigs |
I believe when bad people die |
it's like they fall sleep |
without having a dream. |
and when good people die |
they go not to the heaven |
but to a better place |
that looks like a huge television screen |
where colorful whirligigs spin day and night |
without pausing for a moment |
and the dead gather around the television |
staring at the whirligigs forever |
without ever getting tired of them |
If my life could be |
like that television |
I would promise not to die |
even for you |
| my love. |
| Translated by Peyman Vahabzadeh |