Lot’s Fall

I’ve kissed
a black stone
in the snow.

Perhaps
it was a black eye in the stone’s dream
in the snow.

Like a spot
on the white tablet.

I’ve kissed
a black eye in the stone’s dream
in the snow.

Oblivion is yours,
yours alone!
No
I didn’t turn back and there turned
all that is and turns
in the snow
like the snow.
Perhaps
a black stone.

An order
in the metamorphosis of things.

Trembling,
I’ve kissed
a black eye
in the snow.

Translated from the Persion by Kayvan Tahmasebian and Rebecca Ruth Gould.