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Ok this is a rough, unedited translation of a poem that I wrote in Farsi...
Your kind shadow is here, with me
I can feel your scent here, in my room
Your shadow and I sit to a feast at the empty table
I cry out "my poems belong to you"
Its happiness makes me dance
Your shadow sits in me
It gazes at the fire inside me
It gets warm with the fire
It burns and turns into ashes
And it covers my whole being...
Your kind shadow is here, with me
I can feel your scent here, in my room
Your shadow and I sit to a feast at the empty table
I cry out "my poems belong to you"
Its happiness makes me dance
Your shadow sits in me
It gazes at the fire inside me
It gets warm with the fire
It burns and turns into ashes
And it covers my whole being...