Merida, Want You Wine?

When the joys I had not stepped on the mine
and my pieces were flung on the disc of  life
stuck together the feet
clung together the hands
and again there was an eye for my eye
Merida, now that vibrated I live
I fear the joys on the way
in this bar devoid of alcohol
and forbidden earthly glasses, Merida
for the hands apart from me, pour wine.

Translation from Persian by Saeed Saeedpoor