Only mystery allows us to live, only mystery. - Federico García Lorca

The night above. We two. Full moon.
I started to weep, you laughed.
Your scorn was a god, my laments
moments and doves in a chain.
The night below. We two. Crystal of pain.
You wept over great distances.
My ache was a clutch of agonies
over your sickly heart of sand.
Dawn married us on the bed,
our mouths to the frozen spout
of unstaunched blood.
The sun came through the shuttered balcony
and the coral of life opened its branches
over my shrouded heart.

- Night of Sleepless Love

The children watch
a distant point.
Lamps go out.
Some blind girls
question the moon
and spirals of grief
rise in the air.
The mountains survey
a distant point.

- After Passing By

به هر حال باید خدایی وجود داشته باشه . هر قدر هم که کوچیک باشه. تا صاعقه‌رو رو مردایی که نطفه‌ی گندیده‌شون شادیِ زمینو به لجن می‌کشه نازل کنه .

یرما-ترجمه احمد شاملو