Mountain Golpar

Among the damp stones of the mountain you grew free you spread the great umbrella of your green leaves over the soil. The white, white crown of your flowers above the stone shone like pearls in the mountain night among the waves of mist. You bore fruit. Your tender winged seeds you scattered as an offering to the earth and you left. Your winged seeds, though! spread their wings and made their way into my dish over the warm flame of my stove far from the mountain. You are here! with your body with your breath with your soul! My house you have filled: with your scent with your presence as if even my alley! Why did I say you had gone!...