To someone who is dear to me,
yet invisible to me.
O my mirror woman, you do not turn your face
in your video camera , and
do not try for its propagation on-line,
and I do not find you in my mirror,
and without you I feel like an unrelieved soul,
I perceive it, as if I am your abandoned love,
I cannot take it as my walk with love,
that might not happen with me,
when I arrive before my mirror,
I do not guard you, you are at liberty,
yet you do not come, and it is my deep sigh.
O my lady mirror, your sense of life gives me
a place in the heaven as a preceptor of love in tune,
and I want to ask you:
-“Have you shed tears
when you say someone ‘I love you’?”
And to stir the path of wave for love
in your beloved one, you place the amorous sea
of love in the foremost drive on the life pattern.
With applause, you behave like a dream turn
to be my mistress, you try it to do, but I cannot follow,
as your face reflection is absent on the screen,
and I cannot create any image of my beloved one,
the good feeling that this mirror gives me is amorous,
and I move into the world where love has been jumped
to the entire body and mind, like a jump of a horse
upon this moving whims of single doctrine and friend’s
charm, you’re walking on the ground with swept spreads,
and glow with openness, not in isolation living with.
It is my house, I have one woman,
always with me, not faded with time and testimony,
yet there is some greatness in the mighty thoughts
of my worship to praise woman beauty
on the pathway of a man’s desire and in its lonely scales
to measure the heaven, in the solemn silence to that beauty.
In this radiant search, you become one sense of openness and encompassing me in the otherness
and fullness of love that is divine
and working with symbol of love creation.
O my Mirror Lady Love,
you are so loving with my thinking since
you enter in my mirror, I like to honor your beauty,
eyes, nose, cheeks are like aspirations in dream love,
you come here to gratify my love with my wife,
but you stay in my mind, so embedded with decoration
of dawn of love, that you do like to tuck to your lips,
and I love you, and anointed it with notes you adore you most.
-“I am happy to see you.” you tell me once.
-“First tell me your name” I say.
-“How do you feel that happiness?” I say.
-“You are not mine; you have one bosom,
and one son living with you.
Yet, I feel free to talk with you on everything.”
-“Yes, you are one member in my family,
though you are not visible,
yet you are with me in words of love.”
-“Yes, I know that, and
I am living with my lonely prints of love,
but happiness happened not with me.”
-“When I like a man to be mine, to be my love,
who can confirm his all turns at me and greets my love,
I find he tries to scratch my body only,
and he does not honor my love, does not like my children,
they like to tear me up till my breasts can thrust to golden frogs.”
-“O yes, you are mother, and want love
from a man who is one hand a man of security,
and on other hand a guardian to save your
bearing s of your life as his own, the greatest
love at this stage, you like that.” I say.
-“But that is not happening, if I go for love
the man tries to convince me to love him only
and the children of his fathering,
and he does not like to take charge of my own children.”
-“Yes, it is a real problem.” I say.
-“May I agree with such a proposal?”
-“The truth is that the man loves
the born child of his essence, not by others,
and in the question of love children other than his,
the divorce is inevitable.
But as a mother you cannot abandon your children.”
-“Yes, I feel that.” She says.
-“Have you not met a man to take charge
of your objects, in body, in mind, and in inheritance?”
-“Is that appearance of a man possible?” She replies.
-“I do not know.” I say.
-“No one can answer me, not even God.
I prayed to God, but all is in vain.” She says.
-“Then, why you pray to God?”
-“The cause is my cry, I pray to God for peace in mind,
Nothing more I do want from the almighty.”
-“I think there is no absolute truth. I think
there exists, sure, someone who has the knowledge,
who has essence of full meaning of the family,
who has perseverance to take charge of your fulfillment
as woman in the true sense of absoluteness.”
-“You are also hiding something.” She says
-“Me, do you say it to me?” I say.
-“You do not tell your name.”
-“ A-ishq, I do not know, or never do I expect
to have or find or listen of any man like my dream man.”
-“Do I hurt you? Am I behave rude to you?”
-“No A-ishq, you are just listing to me.
I also feel comfort listening you,
I neither feel bored, nor annoyed,
You are not a stranger, yet a stranger to some extent.
I always see men are moving with corners,
and feel no brooks inside them,
they are busy all around, searching one after another.”
Only the word then comes to my mind,
and I say to her with bold typed script,
-“I love you, S-ishq”
There is silence,
no sign that she is typing.