An Oasis in the Moment واحه‌ای در لحظه

If you come to visit me,
you will find me beyond Oblivion.

Beyond Oblivion there is a place.
Beyond Oblivion, the veins of the air are full of dandelion seeds
that bring news of the flower opening on the farthest bush of earth.
On the sands, too, you can see the hoofprints of the horses
of delicate riders who at dawn rode up the hill of the anemone's ascension.
Beyond Nowhereland, the umbrella of longing stays open:
the moment a breeze of thirst stirs at the root of a leaf,
the bell of rain begins to ring.
Here, one is alone,
and in this loneliness the shadow of an elm stretch on to eternity.

If you come looking for me,
pray come softly - don't run, lest the fragile porcelain
of my solitude should shatter.