|Chai darchin ba nabat, Cinnamon tea with rock candy|
Today's poem comes to us from a contemporary female Iranian author. I had the honor and privilege of meeting her and reading many of her beautiful poems, but as soon as I saw this cute little one, I knew it would be the first to appear on the blog. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
کیسه کوچک چای تمام عمر دلباخته ی لیوان شد
ولی هر بار حرف دلش را می زد
.صدایش در آب جوش می سوخت
کیسه ی کوچک چای با یک تکه نخ
رفت تو لیوان حرف دلش را آهسته گفت
!لیوان سرخ شد
A little teabag was lovesick for a cup all his life
but every time he spoke from his heart,
his voice would burn in the boiling water.
The little teabag went into the cup
tied to a piece of string,
and slowly spoke the words from his heart.
The cup blushed!