Transformation
Of his bellowing,
of his fist,
of his nightmare weight,
of his shape,
I was no longer afraid!
I turned toward him
with a swift move of my hand
I tore off
from his face that demon’s mask.
Disarmed, without bellowing or fist or fight
he froze where he stood.
- You are the same as you were!
But I
have grown tall
you goblin! ...
Machine translation from the Persian
Original Persian
دگرگونی
All the Red Roses
از صدای عربده اش ،
از مشت اش ،
از فشار بختکی اش ،
از شکل اش ،
دیگرنترسیدم من !
برگشتم سمت او
با جنبش تند دستم
برداشتم
از صورت او آن نقاب دیو را .
خلع سلاح ، بی عربده و مشت و جنگ
در جا خشک شد .
- تو همانی که بودی !
اما من
قد کشیده ام
ای جن ! ...