The smoke of this sorrowful grove is long
like the stature of my map.
Our ridges and mountains,
their rivers of tears are long,
longer than the Tigris & the Euphrates.
The sobbing of the plant’s leave is long
streatching as far as the eye of my open wound can see.
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#MahsaAmini
like the stature of my map.
Our ridges and mountains,
their rivers of tears are long,
longer than the Tigris & the Euphrates.
The sobbing of the plant’s leave is long
streatching as far as the eye of my open wound can see.
👇
#MahsaAmini
The cries of this body's streets & alleys are long,
long as the path to god.
The pain of my alphabet is long,
it begins from here all the way to Khani*.
My alienation is long, long, long
longer than the railways of Europe
*Khani (1650-1707) a giant of classical Kurdish poetry
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long as the path to god.
The pain of my alphabet is long,
it begins from here all the way to Khani*.
My alienation is long, long, long
longer than the railways of Europe
*Khani (1650-1707) a giant of classical Kurdish poetry
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I do not know what I can tell you
I do not know what
I do not know
I do not.
[An excerpt from the ode, 'The Butterfly Ravine' by the great Kurdish poet, #Sherko_Bekas, 1940-2013]
#JinaAmini
#WomanLifeFreedom
I do not know what
I do not know
I do not.
[An excerpt from the ode, 'The Butterfly Ravine' by the great Kurdish poet, #Sherko_Bekas, 1940-2013]
#JinaAmini
#WomanLifeFreedom
** I dedicate this translation to the father of #Komar_Daroftadeh killed by Iranian security forces during a demonstration in #Piranshahr on Sunday. Komar's crying father delivered an eulogy on his young son's grave that expressed the century long existential pain of a nation.
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