And The Sun Was In My Handbag Poem by Rosa Jamali

And the Sun was in My Handbag
A poem by Rosa Jamali
Translated from original Persian into English by Rosa Jamali

And the Sun was in my handbag
And the whole world felt heavy on way-worn struggling hands
Just the moment our bodies merged ever since
And I had devoured the blind branches
The branches were to ignore what they had seen
As if a pot of your crimson gold was dribbling on me
And I was the wildlife
And my voice was your silent arrow flying over the echo of my voice.

It's like a call from souls of my past
Whispering into the Branches

It was me who travelled through the time
Passed the branches
Dwelled in you like a termite
And suspended the wildlife.