Call me
Sweet is your voice
Sweet is the foliage of the strange plant
Grown in the farthest edge of sorrow

Within the space of this silent age
Lonelier am I than the test of a song
Within the scope of the alley’s conception
Come, let me tell you how vast is my loneliness?
My loneliness didn’t predict this ambush of your stature
And this is the characteristic of love

Nobody is here
Come, let us steal life and then
Divide it between two meetings
Together let us pore
The morning of the state of a pebble
Quick, let us see things
The dials of a the fountain clock turns time into dust
Come, melt lake a word in a line of my silence
Come, melt the bright weight of love in my palms

Make me warm
(And once upon Kashan’s plain the sky grow clouded
And a shower fell
And chilled men, then behind a rock
The hearth of anemone warmed me)