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Robab Moheb

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GOD\'S SMALL BEINGS (11)

The horizon,
                      they mourn,
                                 in the maze of their voicelessness, their sightless emotions
abhorrent, exiled
cast out
                      to the dark dungeon of the heart
still
chained, chained to the shackles of
                                                                           love.

© Translation: 2008, Sam Vaseghi

GOD\'S SMALL BEINGS (11)

© 1996, Robab Moheb
From: ânâme kuchàke xodâ
Publisher: Libris, Teheran

Robab Moheb

Robab Moheb

(Iran (Islamic Republic of), 1953)

“To be or not to be, there is no difference. But being without a ‘vision’ is what I could not accept.” – Robab Moheb

Robab Moheb is one of the most respected living Iranian poets. In her impressive poetical journey through seven collections, she represents poetry as an essential element of life. Robab Moheb was born in southeast Iran near the border with Iraq. After finishing secondary school, ...

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GOD\'S SMALL BEINGS (11)

The horizon,
                      they mourn,
                                 in the maze of their voicelessness, their sightless emotions
abhorrent, exiled
cast out
                      to the dark dungeon of the heart
still
chained, chained to the shackles of
                                                                           love.

© 2008, Sam Vaseghi
From: ânâme kuchàke xodâ

GOD\'S SMALL BEINGS (11)

The horizon,
                      they mourn,
                                 in the maze of their voicelessness, their sightless emotions
abhorrent, exiled
cast out
                      to the dark dungeon of the heart
still
chained, chained to the shackles of
                                                                           love.

© 2008, Sam Vaseghi

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