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
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