The Sound of the Footstep
By Nader Naderpour Los Angeles, November 1991.
Translated by Farhad Mafie June 1996.
From the collection Earth and Time (Zamin va Zaman).
the large desert I am going through
heavy steps of someone, in the heart of night,
with me and my shadow.
I look back timorously
is there except the wind and the tree,
drunk, the other out of touch.
I ask myself:
the one who accompanies me is not Satan,
who is it whom I cannot see?
answer, the desert is empty,
mountain behind the tree is all alone.
what I hear is:
sound of someone’s weighty footsteps
is closest to me.
eye, once again
to find its identity,
looking toward what is behind:
moon on the depths of the horizon
like a mask which the sun has pulled over its face
in the heart of the night it starts its banditry again.
am telling myself:
is the same thing that every night
toward the end of the world with me.
you, the fallen shadow on the earth!
during the shining of the dawn,
still continue walking along with me:
footsteps of thousands of nights
footsteps of hundreds of days
would see on earth.
sight would tell you
this body, the sounds of whose footstep frightened you,
is "death" in the form of another day.