"Ding"

Ding…, ding…

The dizzy watch of time at the night of age

Contemporary rings the bell.

And become depicted on the wall,

The veins of my sense.

My moment is filled with joy

 

Or it is polluted with the verdigris of a pain   

Maybe since this moment must pass,

That if I cry

My cry is worthless

And if I laugh

My laugh is pointless.

 

Ding…, Ding…

 

Moments pass.

What has been passed, won’t return at last

It is a story that,

 

Will never ever start.     

It looks like an enigma

That Is frozen on the mouth of time.

And I move quickly

To hang on the wall of the same moment in which

Everything has a color of rust.

And what remains of this endeavor;

Is the hidden laughter of my eyes.

And what remain on this figure;

Is the trace of my rush.

 

Ding…

 

A chance has been taken away.

A story reached an end.

Moment should pass after moment

In order to gain strength, thought in head,

The strength that poisoned through my veins,

And freed me from the present tense

And from a far away distance

Has grafted me with a declined phase.

 

 

 

A scene passes,

 

A scene comes;

A role passes after a role,

The bell rings on the nail.

 

The dizzy watch of time at the night of age   

Contemporary rings the bell;

Ding…, ding…,

Ding…