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Denis Bezmelnitsin

Avval-e Bahār
اول بهار
Rolls the moon conjuring clouds,
Into mounds paly they
Turn, forgotten barrows in uncouth
Windy heath... Slowly sail...
And gazes luna on their tracks
As stranger lonesome trace
The fading bark afar... Relent,
Recede the billows of the bleak
Deluge; Renew'd the heart, again
Alembic blends and mix
Love melodies of Spring, French wine...
White snow, you all enshroud,
Salve and purify...
O frost, a shrilling scud, thou
Bepainted vent of heart
With flowers - 'twill never melt...
Their scent in these moon-drops of rain; Do not
Blame winter for cold breath -
'Twill pass... The glass of mirror polished as
A lake of highland will be thine,
Then rook announce Spring - a blissful time...

March 2018

اول بهار - The Beginning of Spring (Farsi)