I’ll Make a Boat by Sohrab Sepehri
I’ll make a boat
I’ll flow it on the water
I’ll go away from this strange soil
On which
No one wants to awake the heroes in love
The boat must be free from fishing net
And the heart
Will wish for no pearls
I’ll keep on boating
I’ll not fall in love with blues
Nor with the seas
Nor even with the water fairies
Who appear
On the way of fishermen
I’ll keep on boating
I’ll keep on singing:
I must go farther, farther
There is a city behind the seas
Where the windows open to manifestation
Where roofs are for the doves
Who are watching
The fountains of human wisdom
Where the hand of each child
Is a branch of recognition
The people in the city
Look at walls
In the same way
As they see
A flame
As they feel a delicate dream
The soil over there
Hears the melody of your feeling
And the wind
Is prevailed with sound of mythical flying birds
There is a city behind the seas
Wherein
The extent of the sun
Is as big as
The eyes of early risers
Poets are the heirs to
Water, wisdom, and brightness
There is a city behind the seas
A boat must be made
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I'll Make a Boat