A Plateful of Girls and Queen
Reclining over a pale velvet bed
The most comfortable, but cool
Free I am, best-done, not a fool
Catching this tray full of eyes
Winking at me as though
Heralding a party, a dance and more
Or cajoling me into drowsiness
To put them wholly relaxed
Whirling, whirling and jumping
They do or I? Who's enjoying?
The brides flutter at my eyelashes
Beautifully nice, marvelous their splashes
Dancing this side to that
Happy they are, spinning and beam
I now own a wonderful vision
From beneath of these old kings
The queen gradually wakes from the lake
Letting her hairs fly around
The queen, the grand queen
She hand in hand,
Running a dance with the girls, forming the band
Playing shapes, glowing edges
Letting me catching such vista
Bluish white, some rounded shade the queen is clad
At all seldom seems to be truly sad
At whom they are emitting Chuckles? The girls and the queen
They certainly are in pleasure as are seen
Holder of the crown from all
Keeping them against being into the fall
Illumination she does to her feet
Now something whispers me to sit
As so, I maybe insist peering at them
The gig of tonight always is on the run
Around then, gain the fun
Fresh scent of my bed
Flows around lighten my head
Never forgotten, the vision will become
The soul of mine stirred with
Now gazing at such glamorous dance
Sigh, a handful of nights in the performance
After I faded back to sleep
No more soft, fresh water-scented bed
Paucity of queen's glow
Seldom dreamy dances will flow
Although they permanently are
Nevertheless, never caught by far
Mostafa Talebi November of 2010
