Qahar Aasi
مهی نوساز و سامانت ندارد گل تر بوی دامانات ندارد The new moon doesn’t compare to your beauty nor charm The dewy flowers do not compare to scent of your embrace — Qahar Aasi
مهی نوساز و سامانت ندارد گل تر بوی دامانات ندارد The new moon doesn’t compare to your beauty nor charm The dewy flowers do not compare to scent of your embrace — Qahar Aasi
A desire for the pulse to drop, In the cleft of a ruby; the fruit of Badakhshan ; and a crying face; In the birth of eyelashes and the soft fabric of shivering dew, To appear and to nestle between tresses —Kamran Mir Hazar, from “A Bronzed Face And Tiny Purple Veins,” Poetry International: Afghanistan.… Continue reading Kamran Mir Hazar