I have already quoted the poem in another blog.. but today is
29 October and tomorrow 30 October..
Both pleasant days of October
Especially this October which has been more than pleasant ..
Fort Cochin
Kuala Lumpur
Why do I visit these places so often?
Yangon
Siem Reap
I thought of the poem Caravansary by Alvaro Mutis
there he was dressed as a travel agent, detained at the nefarious frontier with Nigeria, bribing the official, reciting a poem in Tagalog. Local women treasure a photo of him taken at that occasion which is believed to drive away bad spirits and menstrual cramps..
then this poem arrived:
این قافله عمر عجب میگذرد
In ghafeleye omr ajab migozarad
The Caravan of lifetime goes strangely
دریاب دمی که با طرب میگذرد
Daryab dami ke ba tarab migozarad
Be aware of the moment that passes with happiness
I hear there is a train strike in the west of France
A table is set for me with fresh table cloth in Siem Reap
and my dearest friends are lighting candles paving the way for this wayward one to come and indulge in wine and food
of exquisite variety when he returns to Miami
Someone or other is dreaming of climbing down the mountain
in eastern slopes where a revolution was fought within living memory
all roads for me lead to San Cristobal de la Habana
now celebrating its 500th birthday..
it is cold, it is rainy, the wind blows directly from the frigid north Atlantic
but what does it matter
when the heart is so warm with so much affections coming from warmer parts of this globe
My driver in Cuba said
my heart is big but it is not big enough to hold all the affections I have for you ..
I am homeless but my brother in Haifa said
But you have many rooms in the hearts of many people around the world
thank you thank you thank you
I am grateful
29 October and tomorrow 30 October..
Both pleasant days of October
Especially this October which has been more than pleasant ..
Fort Cochin
Kuala Lumpur
Why do I visit these places so often?
Yangon
Siem Reap
I thought of the poem Caravansary by Alvaro Mutis
there he was dressed as a travel agent, detained at the nefarious frontier with Nigeria, bribing the official, reciting a poem in Tagalog. Local women treasure a photo of him taken at that occasion which is believed to drive away bad spirits and menstrual cramps..
then this poem arrived:
این قافله عمر عجب میگذرد
In ghafeleye omr ajab migozarad
The Caravan of lifetime goes strangely
دریاب دمی که با طرب میگذرد
Daryab dami ke ba tarab migozarad
Be aware of the moment that passes with happiness
I hear there is a train strike in the west of France
A table is set for me with fresh table cloth in Siem Reap
and my dearest friends are lighting candles paving the way for this wayward one to come and indulge in wine and food
of exquisite variety when he returns to Miami
Someone or other is dreaming of climbing down the mountain
in eastern slopes where a revolution was fought within living memory
all roads for me lead to San Cristobal de la Habana
now celebrating its 500th birthday..
it is cold, it is rainy, the wind blows directly from the frigid north Atlantic
but what does it matter
when the heart is so warm with so much affections coming from warmer parts of this globe
My driver in Cuba said
my heart is big but it is not big enough to hold all the affections I have for you ..
I am homeless but my brother in Haifa said
But you have many rooms in the hearts of many people around the world
thank you thank you thank you
I am grateful
