Original by Rumi, translation by Masoud Razfar
Show your face, gardens and flower fields are what I desire;
Open your mouth, as tons of sugar are what I desire.
I swear the city, without you, becomes my cage;
To be homeless, displaced in the mountains and deserts, is what I desire.
I’m fed up with this whining, nagging crowd;
The shoutings and cries of the drunks are what I desire.
Last night, the sage was looking with lamp round the town,
‘I’m fed up with ghouls and beasts, humans are what I desire.’
They said ‘we’ve looked, it can’t be found.’
He replied ‘what can’t be found is what I desire.’
One hand holding a cup of wine, in the other, the lock of beloved hair
While dancing at the center of the floor, is what I desire.
Masoud Razfar, 37, grew up in Iran and now resides in Bangkok since January 2016. He has a BA in English Translation and MA in Linguistics. He is a translator for refugees and an English teacher.