I dreamed of a dream made of crystal
, a sleepwalker who was going to the
open light, the smell of love and despair,
my sleep was happy with
feelings, again, as if the heart had the air of Mecca,
it had a breath in Karbala, it
was Raml, and there was love, and there was sand
between the eyebrows, there was a sniper trail
, a dream of destroyers, drunk, drunk, a
sleepwalker who broke the line,
the dream of the time I was in the struggle
to stay in the back An embankment,
a dream of Khyber, a good dream of a savior,
whoever was Khyber, the companions of Haji Istakh,
I dreamed a dream of the tumult of religion,
a simple prayer in the minefield, the
secret or Zahra of the rebellious companions,
every note of their song is a shrapnel, there
was a shrapnel, and we had love in the blood until dawn, we
had a mad
murmur or Zahra, the rogue companions of each
note of their song is a shrapnel, it was a shrapnel,
and we had love in the blood
until dawn, we
had a mad murmurI dreamed of a dream made of crystal
, a sleepwalker who was going to the
open light, the smell of love and despair,
again my sleep was happy with
feelings, again it was as if the heart had the air of Mecca,
there was a breath in Karbala, it was
Raml, and there was love, and there was sand
between the eyebrows, there was a
trail of snipers, a line of landless flights
, the direction of their flight, Arvand River
, a line of birds flying towards the plain
, a dream of divers at dawn 8
, every night, the attack of a clear night. And Najib,
the line-breaker, the men of the Habib battalion,
we had a seeker that day
, we had a man from the Malik battalion,
I dreamed of a dream made of
crystals, a sleepwalker who was going to the light.
