Landless Like The Wind By Masuma Tavakoli Translated by Amin Kamrani. From our faces, We wiped the debris of grief, Left home, And became the fellow traveller of the wind. Our destination is salvation and flowing, And in the end, reaching. We shall pass by plains of blood, tears from poppy flowers We shall pass by salt pans of fear and hope We shall pass by deserts full of mirages We shall pass by the rotten water of the swamps We passed, and passed, and passed, And on a dawn, We blew in the Nay of a displaced lover. Our destiny is to conquer the hearts of gracious people Our destiny is to channel affection to the sound of the moon Our destiny is the salvation of dandelions from the grips of sighs Our destiny is fading in the lightened face of soil! 16