Poetry > Modern Persian Poetry
This is dedicated to my daughter and every young Persian woman who has lamented to her parents the tortures of plucking, cutting, shaving and waxing!
Men with pasty white skin and ice in their genes,
From Europe’s far north had forever dreamed,
Of fantastic beauties, old legends did say,
Lived in a kingdom in a land faraway.
It wasn’t much after I’d turned seventeen,
That my blood grew so hot that I thought I would scream,
I couldn’t just sit and wait anymore.
Were these beauties for real or just old Nordic lore?
So I boarded the first ship heading away,
From the ice and the snow that I’d lived with each day,
While sailing the sea I met an old man,
Who had traveled the world and seen many lands.
I asked him one night to search his old mind,
Had he heard of this place that I wanted to find,
Did he know of this land-had he heard any news?
In a rough raspy voice, he whispered “Hormuz!”
I didn’t know then what he meant with that word,
So in anger I screamed “you’re a kooky old bird.”
With a twinkling eye he looked straight at me,
As he uttered the words, “Hormuz is a sea!”