PrintSeptember 5, 2009
To the students of Tehran
Last night I dreamt
about the students
of Tehran
and their sad eyes
Their eyes were dark
and large, like ancient paintings
brave hearts
they did not know
to fly
Come fly, I told them in my dream
It is easy. You can do it.
Chagall learned how
But it was too late
The Jews of Warsaw learned
But it was too late
Learn, oh learn
The secret of flying
In dreams
The Sufis knew
To fly
Do not be martyr
Do not let false
messiahs
raise your bare arms
Inspired
Do not let your yearning
give the envious Basiji
Another martyr
Do not let your flying body
fall and fall
Until it flutters
down
To earth
No, dream, oh dream
Oh, children of Tehran
Fly, oh fly
in your dreams
It is easy
You have the power
only face the sky
Let go
Be lighter and be lighter
And fly
And tell your friend
To fly
Until
more lovers fly
and choirs of angels
fly
And all sad souls
of Tehran
Will fly
And one day
evil
Flies away
