In my heart a little flame like the dreams you have
while still half-asleep rousing yourself.
So restless am I that I feel like racing to the end of
the desert without end,
up to the zenith of the highest mountain
from where it seems there is a voice calling out to
— Sohrab Sepehri, from “Golestaneh,” The Oasis of Now: Selected Poems. Tran. by Kazim Ali and Mohammad Jafar Mahallati (BOA Editions Ltd., 2013)