Song of Manner!
You can be your palm
And the breeze will propel you forward
-blowing from Damavand
And you are a seeker
wishing to be there
only with the snow-
It will propel you forward and unknowingly, you will be song.
A standing word takes different colours,
Standing yes, but …
The variegation which is a behaviour.
The cool of this song has shone vigorously from everywhere,
Deep in the valleys.
How long the dream stretches,
It reaches the winding mountain road;
There is the rustle of the grass
On the slopes.