Just GOD

without song Again rain

with all of the overnight Again rain

contact to alone man

leaking on the carpet

again comes the voice of  dole

again sorrow

i  downed under the glass lonely

don’t know , don’t understand

what is the drizzle of lonely  pretty?

Don’t know  ,  why others don’t recognize

That child who shakes under the hit of the hard rain scourage

What is his ignominy pretty?

Don’t know

What the papa’s tear is

Which a thatch roof and iron in the force of rain’s boot

Rained on his wife and died butterflies slowly

What is the smell of love and lovely?

Don’t know

  Don’t know  ,  why others don’t recognize

That the love rain is not alone

Its continued song in the within of this hearts

What is our death pretty?

Don’t understand

I remember that rainy day

I remember my mother died in the corner of the rain

I was a ten year old child

Ran under the rain for the living wage

My mother fell down

She was dying  tranquilly in the city’s downed alleys

There were I and the rain and the street’s flowers only

Don’t know

What is the slush pretty?

Karoo Dardarian                                   translated by :Saeid Ahmadpour