Tehran Dying In My Arms Poem by Rosa Jamali

Tehran Dying in my Arms
A poem by Rosa Jamali
Translated from original Persian into English by the Author


Tehran in my arms
Just as she's dying
Is an aged cow
Which is roaring
Yet tamed and dull
Scouring her body against my hair.
The following day,
She would transform to a carcass
And the street-sweeper would collect her.

I'm harboring in another quarter of this city now
There's a she dog recoiling here...

And I shall find a spot for my own dead body.