How Impatient


How impatiently I want you!
You, whose separation
Is the bitter taste of
Being buried alive!

How impatiently I need you
Like a restless one
On the back of a restless horse

And separation
Is a useless experience

I feel the smell of your shirt
Here
Now

Mountains are cold
In separation

My hands
In streets
In bed
Are looking for
The familiar presence of
Your hands

Without the whisper of your fingers
The world is empty
From a warming ‘hello’

 

Ahmad Shamlou