Mahmud Kianush
Iranian poet, writer, literary critic, translator, and the founder of children's poetry in Iran, with FREE extracts of Persian Poetry and Prose.
He walks through the forest
Full of the affection of rain,
But with the wrath of earthquake.
In his eyes the sight of the blossoms of fire
Reflected in the eyes of water.
In his mind
The tumult of a sudden growth
Of a hundred forests of deer.
With every footfall of his
A great battle fought,
And of bodies of the slain
Heaps and heaps left behind,
All in a deep ecstasy of copulation.
The general of the wild
Is coming through the forest
With the pride of a young lover,
And his beloved, the deer,
-In her eyes the simple dawn of shyness
Mixed with the shadow of fear-
Terribly restless for his arrival.
Behold!
The claws of the conqueror
And the heart of the conquered;
Now!
The prayer of love
In the temple of nature.
He walks through the forest
Full of the affection of rain,
But with the wrath of earthquake.
In his eyes the sight of the blossoms of fire
Reflected in the eyes of water.
In his mind
The tumult of a sudden growth
Of a hundred forests of deer.
With every footfall of his
A great battle fought,
And of bodies of the slain
Heaps and heaps left behind,
All in a deep ecstasy of copulation.
The general of the wild
Is coming through the forest
With the pride of a young lover,
And his beloved, the deer,
-In her eyes the simple dawn of shyness
Mixed with the shadow of fear-
Terribly restless for his arrival.
Behold!
The claws of the conqueror
And the heart of the conquered;
Now!
The prayer of love
In the temple of nature.