The Sound of Dawn; The Sound of Morning
Four in the morning
you hear
the sparrows chirping.
At ten in the morning, too,
you can still hear
the sparrows chirping.
But
At ten in the morning,
the sound of cars,
the sound of horns—some single honks, some sustained blasts,
the sound of brakes—
you cannot help but hear them too.
صدای سحر؛ صدای صبح
ساعت چهار صبح
جیک جیک گنجشکان را می شنوی
ساعت ده صبح هم می توانی
جیک جیک گنجشکان را بشنوی
اما
ده صبح
صدای ماشین ها
صدای بوق تک و ممتد
صدای ترمزها هم ناگزیر می شنوی
سهیل خداپرستی
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Author:
soheil khodaparasti (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Dedicated to those who long for the good old days, untouched by industrialization and mechanization, and who cherish the beautiful dream of experiencing such an ideal way of life.
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