Trust

Gate, I shall close

Glory, I shall bring

Enemy, I shall destroy

Wall, I shall erect

That is a promise to make you great

In vacuum, in isolation, in emptiness

I am the prophet at the gate of 21^st century

From the depth of despair and anger

I shall bring buckets of stars

From far away galaxies

For your Christmas Trees

And ray of light from a young sun

To your living rooms

I shall feed every hungry child

And bring a pony to ride

I shall chase away all monsters

From under your beds

I shall ask my daughter

To make the prettiest dress

 for every little girl, for a fair price

Trust me. I am one of you

My children also go to bed on empty belly

Trust me

Bleak Times

In a foggy morning of this summer heat

And stagnated people of one kind

Along a narrow street, extended north-south, is

a full picture of the country

And the days ahead of us

A populist and demagogue president

Whose fingers on tweet is looser

Than the legs of a prostitute

Leads the country to its obliteration

In the eyes of stagnated supporters

Greatness is on horizon, not knowing

What you see is the brightness of

An explosion, bringing destruction

Mistaken with glory of God, blessed upon a confused nation

Esfahan

O’ My hometown, City of my childhood and memories

What happened to you?

Now, you are their City and no one’s hometown

City of prostitute and narcotics

City of divorce, liquor and fanatics

O’ City of my memories

City of ancient souls and history

O’ my lost city! Where is your prophet?

Your Zayanderud is dried out

Your farmers are scattered

Your original dwellers are dead

Your air is polluted

Your water is polluted

Your food is tasteless

Your streets are jammed and

 Your alleys disappeared for ever

On the corners of your streets, standing

Panhandlers, child labors and prostitutes

Your bookstores are empty like your river

Your water wells are empty like your bookstores

Your people are empty as your bookstores

O’ my city, Esfahan!

What happened to you?

Every time they brought down your walls

I disappeared in your memories

Dragon

Dragon of the clouds

Takes the command of the sky to

Break the silence of the night

As the windows of eyes

Shutting down on the world

A beam of red light

From the corner of the room

Reminds the tired conscience

Of the true black color of the day

And the bleeding evening

In twilight of conscious and ignorance

A man is born to raise the nation

To a blessed hell

Not by force, but choice

This is the resolution of the year