شعر «باغ من» از مهدی اخوان ثالث و ترجمه‌ی آن

My Garden

Translated by Ahad Ghorbani , 2001

A cloud with its cold damp sheepskin coat ,/ embrace tightly its sky.

A leafless garden ,/ day and night is alone ,/ with its clean silence.

Its music is rain, its song wind./ Its robe is the mantle of nakedness.

If it needs a robe more else,

Many are woven with golden flame wrapping and winding the woof.

If grows or not, wherever it will or not,/ there is no gardener and passer – bys

The garden of disappear,/ expecting no spring.

Though no warm beam ever shines grows on its face,

Who says the leafless garden is not beautiful?

It narrates the story of the lofty fruits, which now sleep in the coffin of low dust.

The leafless garden,/ its smile is tearful blood.

Forever, the king of seasons – Autumn-

rides on his horse with its yellow disheveled mane.