In that hot noon summer
You didn’t invite me to sit.
My head is on the knee of the beloved.
Don’t sit so long in front of me,
People will start to doubt.
Another banner in the cemetery!
How long can we wait?
These “Lickos” are translated from:
Lickos, the Shortest Oral Poems of Iran, a research by Mansur Alimoradi, 2014
Trans: Mehdi Ganjavi