Dear John:
……I am really proud of our friendship too. Thanks for the poem.unfourtunatly, after downloading the poem, the file didn’t open completely, I mean I opened the file with notepad and managed to read some part of it. If possible , send the poem in the next email…… here in Iran its against the law for its citizens to carry and have gun though, the crime rate is increasing due to the economical factors….this week was I had a hell of a weekend. Because of the heavy snow in Tehran and other cities Schools were closed for two days and because tomorrow is 26th anniversary of Iranians victory over previous regime, so it would be a holiday and the coming day is Friday (IRANIAN WEEKEND). No school for 4 days J .is it common to close schools when it snows a lot? …here as far as I know employees often get one month of paid vacation each year, but for teachers, as I told you before its Iranians New Year holiday (2 weeks), while others have 4 days of paid vacation, and summer vacation (90 days). I work in the summer too. I teach English in private institutes. Here, you can find a lot of people who have a second job in order to make their ends meet. Is it the same in the U.S.? I guess it isn’t……in Iran its Haram (against religious law) to drink alcohol’s no bars and casinos, and if you are caught drinking alcohol, you should face the music. Thanks for those beautiful photos. I enjoyed them .your niece seems to be a noughty, lovely, cute girl. I really like children of that age. And the brides dress model is almost the same as the models worn here….do you know about educational system in the U.S.? How do the kids and teachers get along? Are there any conflicts between teachers and students? Do the teachers have the same problems we have here? I am sorry, I know you aren’t a teacher but if possible ask you Spanish teachers…….would you tell me about girlfriend, boyfriend relationship? How is it viewed? Just a temporary relationship that ends to sex and finished or something more permanent? Here is another poem by the same poet. I hope you enjoy it:
Ahmad Shamlou
Fairies A poem by Ahmad Shamlou
Once upon a time,
Three Fairies sat Naked at sunset Under the blue dome of sky
"Boo-hoo," cried the Fairies and their tears were like rain from Spring clouds
Their hair was as long as rope and as dark as night It may have been even longer than rope and it may have been even darker than night
Before them, upon the horizon Was a city of enslaved boys Behind them, black and cold sat the old fabled Castle (where they used to live)
They listened; and from the city they heard the sounds of chains clinking While from behind them in the castle came the nightly moans
Hey, aren't you Fairies hungry? Aren't you Fairies thirsty? or tired? Why is it that you Fairies are crying?
The Fairies said nothing and "Boo-hoo," they continued to cry and their tears were like rain from Spring clouds
Dear Fairies, why are you crying? You fairies must be afraid of something. Are you worried that it may snow? Are you scared that it may rain? Do you fear that the wolf may come and eat you? Or do you think that the Devil himself is coming to eat you?
You Fairies must be afraid of something. Why don't you come to our City? Listen! Can't you hear the sound of our City's chains clinking
Hey, look you Fairies! Look how tall I am Watch my white horse with its honey-colored mane and it's honey-colored tail which runs as swift as the wind See the veins and muscles ripple hard as iron in his legs and in his neck Watch our horse's nose as he puts it in the air!
Our city is celebrating tonight For the Devil's house has been overthrown The country people are our guests tonight Venturing from their homes
They are coming, "Dom" "Dom" "Dom" They are drumming "Pom" "Pom" "Pom" They are laughing, "Ha" "Ha" "Ha" They are singing: "The City is ours!" "We are happy!" --- the Devil complains "The world is ours" --- the Devil howls "Whiteness is king! --- the Devil moans "Darkness is ashamed" --- the Devil groans
Listen Fairies, the long night is ending and the heavy doors of the castle are fastened.
If you can wake earlier and mount my horse Together we can arrive in the City If you can wake earlier and listen you will hear the wonderful chains rattle and clink Yes, the expensive chains chain to chain and link by link loosening and dropping from the people's wrists The chains are worn out! They shatter! If you are a Devil you will be miserable this night.
There is no place for Devils to run now For them, the forests will be barren For them, the jungles will be desert It is different here in our City Oh Fairies! You have no idea how things have changed!
The Castle doors are open the slave-holders and the Devils are ashamed the slaves are being freed The dungeons are being transformed And now he who has been imprisoned and tortured is given balm The sharp straws have become soft rugs
Yes, the slaves are becoming free So many, Free! Free to consider revenge With sickles and hoes They become a flood, a flood of slaves a flood of anger, Whoosh! The slaves are becoming free So many, Free! Free to consider revenge With sickles and hoes They become a roaring fire And how beautiful are fireworks in the heart of the night! How wonderful the firelightis!
Finally the night-fires dwindle and sunrise comes Not much remains of the night Now the slaves are ready to pick up torches and beat the soul of the night with them and finish off the Devil's darkness
They are ready; ready to bring him into courtyard, ready to redicule and taunt him. It is time to take each other's hands and dance around the loser
So, what are you crying about Fairies? Stop your whining!
But the Fairies didn't answer They only continued to weep and their tears were like rain from Spring clouds
At the longest night of Winter When we all used to sit around the Korsi (1) eating sunflower seeds While listening to the rain and its sound in the gutter
Our Nanny used to tell us stories About striped fairies The story of a yellow Fairy and a green Fairy The story of the patient stone The story of a goat on the roof and the story of the daughter of the King of the Fairies!
You are those same Fairies!! You have come to our world!!
But here in our world You only sad and depressed You act like our world is empty You act like our world is absured You act like our world is nothing but pain
It is true Our world is no Fairy-tale with secret messages and happy endings Our world is open-ended And like it or not Our world has thorns Its deserts have snakes Whoever is a real part of our world knows these things deeply in their heart
Now what was wrong with your world, Fairies? Who told you to leave your tall sweet castle? Why did you come to our unique but difficult world?
The Fairies said nothing And still they wept And their tears were like rains from Spring clouds
I patted the Fairies on their backs I wanted to send them back to their world But then they started to scream
They were magical and they began to fly about. They became old, they became tears, They became young, they became laughter, They became master and slave, They became fruit, they became seed, They became both hope and despair, They became a bad omen
These magic tricks did not affect me I watched their games But I was not influenced by them Their jinxed star did not sway me And when they saw I did not turn into a stone by any of their sorcery, they changed One of them became a bottle of wine One of them became a sea of water And one of them became a mountain rising up into the sky
I drank the wine I swam the sea I climbed the mountain
There was singing and dancing in the City beyond the mountain
"Ha-Ha-Ha" we are happy! No more slavery! We are free! We destroyed injustice We held freedom as our Mecca. Since the City stood firm, Since the living became ours, We'll be happy forever! We'll be free forever! We have achieved our goal! We have reached our home!
This is the end of our tale! This is the end of our jail!
Translated by Mahvash Shahegh & Dan Newsome
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