The White Train

I know, eventually, the white train will arrive,
You will step off,
And the train
Will melt like a piece of ice-
A train where you are the only passenger,
Flowing from my start to my end.
— The White Train, Translated by Farzaneh Davari

The Desert

The desert-
An open book,
Pages blank.

And a tramper wind,
Turns them,
Reads
What it wills.
— The Desert Book, Translated by Farzaneh Davari