Writings

October 21, 2019

Lucifer | Reza Julaie | Ali Salami

The sky was red and dismal. Clouds of dust were blowing in the wind. The dry branches of the trees were swaying. The man put up […]
October 21, 2019

Another Birth | Fourough Farrokhzad | Ali Salami

My entire soul is a murky verse Reiterating you within itself Carrying you to the dawn of eternal burstings and blossomings In this verse, I sighed […]
October 21, 2019

Near A Distant Realm | Sohrab Sepehri | Ali Salami

There was a woman at the door Standing with a body as ever I approached her: Her image flooded my eyes. Speech turned into wings of […]
October 21, 2019

Winter | Mehdi Akhavan Sales | Ali Salami

They will not answer your hello Their heads are hanging low It’s from their breasts they seek warmth No one can raise a head to meet […]
October 21, 2019

Love Came So Red | Simin Behbahani | Ali Salami

Love came so red And though it came late A red rose is growing in snow; How wonderful! Love, O love, O love How far am […]
October 21, 2019

The Alley | Fereydoun Moshiri | Ali Salami

I walked through the alley again on a moonlit night My body, a pair of eyes seeking your sight My soul, a cup brimming with your […]
October 21, 2019

The Boat | Nima Yushij | Ali Salami

My face is withered My boat is stranded.   With my stranded bark I cry: “I am stranded in sorrow In this dangerous seashore And the […]
October 21, 2019

Always, the Same Time, the Same Game | Jamshid Khanian | Ali Salami

The doorbell rang twice. Coming out of the kitchen and into the sitting-room which was now suffused with blue, she stood in front of a mirror […]
October 21, 2019

A Moonlit Night | Abbas Marufi | Ali Salami

Mandal was again troubled by uneasy dreams. His heart pumped violently and his body was soaked in sweat. The barking of a dog drifted into his […]
October 21, 2019

Flowers of Flesh | Sadeq Chubak | Ali Salami

Murad was standing in the middle of the crowded street. Divesting himself of his coat, he sold it to the clothes peddler. He felt as if […]
October 21, 2019

The Portmanteau | Bozorg Alavi | Ali Salami

It was August-a dull Sunday morning in Berlin. The intense heat made me toss and turn in bed, sweat oozing at every pore. However, I was […]
October 21, 2019

The Stray Dog | Sadeq Hedayat | Ali Salami

A bakery, a butcher’s shop, a grocery, a barber’s shop and two tea- houses all of which were conducive to satisfy the very basic human needs […]