The specks of birthplace

[Translated by Hilal Nazki and Mujib Mehrdad]

I have come again and am shining like gold
On the dusty road
After years
It is not the smell of soil
It is the smell of my birthplace
That wind
which was making my Snivel cold
Is now ruffling my gray hair
O specks! that sit
On my hair
On my tears
On my cheeks
On my eyelash
On my lips and body
You sprung from much enthusiasm
was it the wind that threw you up