There is a space. A gift there; granted for you though you have been lustered in.

 It is music and its auras.

 Your ancestors were thinking to happiness and they were wishing the happiness for you.

 Your ancestors were looking for truth and they were growing the celestial love.

 Your ancestors were wishing you to be the one who must find his way by his own; the way free from human.

 And you, you were slipping to the deepest caves in your soul to find your sacred place.

You were facing the wisdom.

 You were lending the wisdom to posterity.

 You were flying in waves of joy.

 You were stepping toward the sense of meaning.

 You were following the meaning through sentiment.

 You were whispering the mysterious secrets of being to a fond fellow.

 You were giving him the message.

 Aura is the following of the memory.

 And you, you are an image from memories or maybe the whole memory.

(Translated from Persian to English by Maryam Tajik)

Bahman Mehabadi

January 2015