Turn
 
Always closed,
You are standing
Not a step,
Not even one step, you take forward
 
When the night falls
With its dark nightmares
To draw you into the ground
Where you are drowned vertically
Eyes closed
Confounded
Deceived
Wandering
You find yourself
On the other side of the wall
That tall magic box
 
Where,
The sound of a clock's tick-tock
Drops down on your ears
Moment after moment
Second after second:
I am sorry!
The time is up, 
Up… 

Translation from the original Persian by Sheema Kalbasi