Nocturne

Not a door

not a way

Not a night

not a moon

Not a day

nor a sun,

 

We

are standing

outside of the time

with a bitter dagger

pierced in our spines.

 

Nobody

talks

to another one

‘cause silence

is speaking

in a thousand tongues.

 

We are gazing

at our deads

with a trace of a smile,

and we are waiting

for our turn

without a smile!

"شبانه"
A poem by Ahmad Shamlou
Translated by me

The photographer of the featured image is not known to me.