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hajm-e-sabz (green space)
Poem name : WATER Let’s not muddy the brook Perhaps a pigeon is drinking water at a distance Or perhaps in a farther thicket a goldfinch is washing her feathers Or a pitcher is being filled in a village Let’s not muddy the brook Perhaps this brook runs to a poplar’s foot To wash away the grief of a lonely heart A dervish may be dipping dry bread in the brook A beautiful lady walked to the brink of the brook Let’s not muddy the brook The lovely face has been doubled What refreshing water! What a spring river! How friendly seem the folk at the upper village! May their cows always render milk! , May their springs always gush I have not seen their village Surely God’s footprints lie at the foot of their huts there moonlight enlightens the expanse of words surely in the upper village hedges are low There the folk know what sort of flower is anemone Surely there the blue is blue A bud is blossoming, the village inhabitants know O what a fine village it must be! May its orchard-lanes be full of music! The folk upstream understand the water They did not muddy the brook We also Must not muddy the brook |  |
