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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A wonderful presentation of differences between nature and those good old days and society and change and the present. Now I hear the cars at six in the morning and soon it will be all day and night. When does change become trauma and too much. Nicely written Soheil
Thank you so much for your comment. The contrast between nature, the quieter rhythms of the past, and the constant movement of modern life is something many of us feel deeply. Your observation about hearing the cars at six in the morning captures how gradual change can accumulate until it begins to feel like a loss. I appreciate your taking the time to share your reflections.
You are most welcome Soheil yes you are right it is that slow invasion that when noticed seems so sudden.
Beautiful contrast—so simple yet powerful. It really shows how natural silence gets replaced by urban noise.
Thank you very much for your kind comment. I appreciate your taking the time to share your thoughts, and I am grateful that you found the piece both meaningful and powerful.
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