Yes, Nowruz!

The green shoots from under the stubborn slab of stone have burst out. The green shoots from the dry heart of the clod have burst out. The green shoots of spring beside the barbed wire have burst out. Passionate and persistent: like the loud cry of a "No!" to the Zahhak of the age. Dense green shoots. Newborn green shoots. Green shoots on their way. They have burst out: from pit and well. This year it will be blessed: this Nowruz...