Common Love

Common Love
By Persian Banoo
July 25, 2013

Common Love, a poem by Ahmad Shamlou

A tear holds a secret
A smile holds a secret
Love holds a secret

My tears that night were love manifesting a smile

I am not a story you can narrate
I am not a melody you can sing
I am not a sound you can hear
Nor something you can see
Nor such that you can know

I am the common pain
Cry me out

The tree speaks with the forest
Grass with desert
Star with galaxy
And I speak to you

Tell me your name
Give me your hand
Tell me your words
Give me your heart
For I have comprehended your roots
With your lips I have spoken to all lips
And your hands are familiar with my hands

And in clear solitude, I have wept with you
For the sake of those alive
And in the darkness of graveyard, I have sung with you
The most beautiful hymns
For the dead of this year
Beheld the greatest love when alive

Give me your hand
Your hands are familiar with me
O so late to have found, to you I speak
Like the cloud with the storm
Like the grass with the desert
Like the rain with the sea
Like a bird with the spring
Like a tree speaking with the forest

Because, I
Have understood your roots (soul)
Because, my voice
Knows your voice

Iranian Poet Ahmad Shamlou

Persian Banoo
http://persianbanoo.wordpress.com/2013/07/25/common-love/