Shamlou

I’m not a story to be told,

Nor a song to be sung,

Nor a sound to be heard,

Nor what can be seen,

Nor what can be known,

Cry my name!

I’m common pain!

Trees speak to the forest,

Thorns speak to the desert,

Stars speak to the galaxy,

and I to you!

Give me your name

Give me your hand

Give me your words

Give me your heart

For I have discovered your roots

And through your lips, I have spoken for all

Your hands are familiar with mine

And in the brightness of solitude

I have wept with you for the sake of those alive

And in the darkness of the cemetery

I have sung with you 

The most beautiful of songs,

For those who died 

Were the most amorous of all alive.

Give me your hand

Your hands are  familiar with mine.

You whom I've discovered  so late,

I speak to you, .

as  clouds speak  to  the storm,

as  thorns  speak to the desert,

as raindrops speak  to the sea,

as birds speak to  spring,

and as  trees  speak to the forest.