Persian poet Sadie's Orchard Story 27

Persian poet Sadie

Persian poet Sadie's "Orchard" Story 27 (translated by Yang Wanbao)

When Apu. Arsalan gave his life back to Huda,

The crown was then worn on his son's head.

His body was sent from the palace to the cemetery,

From then on, I could no longer sit and rest at the shooting range.

One day a sober man saw his son riding a horse,

He said something like this:

This is the number of national decay micro qi has been exhausted,

The father died and the son sat on a horse.

This is how the world is changing,

Never treachery to anyone is not long.

When the old man has gone through their journey,

And there are latecomers who grow up and continue to move them forward.

Do not covet the earthly world, it is capricious,

Like the wild stage drama class, they walk the streets and go around the countryside all the time.

You can't be obsessed with this beauty,

She changed her lover every morning.

Now you should do all you can to do good in the lord of the world,

Next year, there will be new people to dominate the country.

The article was edited and published by today's headline "Persian Literature and Language", and synchronized with platforms such as Weibo.