You see the city in my veins fast asleep <br />Like the obscure web over my brain <br />As if destroyed the fragments of my memory. <br /> <br />In the morning things were perfect <br />Just a watchdog which is penetrating incessantly into the eyelids <br />Things for sure were perfect in the morning. <br /> <br />Signals, signals and parasites bombarded the satellite TV! <br /> <br />Tehran, <br />Like a white sheet, stagnant on the washing hanging <br />Still things are perfect, <br />Waves moving around me; <br />This wretched scorching hot sultry weather <br /> <br />I'm the only driver turning into the highways <br />Railings like parallel lines keeping us altogether <br /> <br />Is the turning turning for ever? <br /> <br />Lack of iron and minerals, <br />Mercury as fast as death is shadowing the table frame now <br />Temperature's just dropped! <br /> <br />Tehran is the city in my veins fast asleep! <br /> <br />Railings are putting us into sleep <br />The ruins of city have been left over the frame. <br /> <br />Done with your breakfast? <br />Shall we exit from the right? <br />The prism, turning and turning into the wind <br />As if our torn-up parched lips and the garments in the whirlwind <br /> <br /> By watching I feel pins and needles in my arms <br />The chessboard you made <br />With all its dead bodies, <br />Surfing over the waters and waters of the metropolis! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(TRANSLATED FROM ORIGINAL PERSIAN TO ENGLISH BY THE Poet.)<br /><br />Rosa Jamali<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chesslike-city-tehran/
