A Plateful of Girls and Queen

Reclining over a pale velvet bed

The most comfortable, but cool

Free I am, best-done, not a fool

Catching this tray full of eyes

Winking at me as though

Heralding a party, a dance and more

Or cajoling me into drowsiness

To put them wholly relaxed

Whirling, whirling and jumping

They do or I? Who's enjoying?

The brides flutter at my eyelashes

Beautifully nice, marvelous their splashes

Dancing this side to that

Happy they are, spinning and beam

I now own a wonderful vision

From beneath of these old kings

The queen gradually wakes from the lake

Letting her hairs fly around

The queen, the grand queen

She hand in hand,

Running a dance with the girls, forming the band

Playing shapes, glowing edges

Letting me catching such vista

Bluish white, some rounded shade the queen is clad

At all seldom seems to be truly sad

At whom they are emitting Chuckles? The girls and the queen

They certainly are in pleasure as are seen

Holder of the crown from all

Keeping them against being into the fall

Illumination she does to her feet

Now something whispers me to sit

As so, I maybe insist peering at them

The gig of tonight always is on the run

Around then, gain the fun

Fresh scent of my bed

Flows around lighten my head

Never forgotten, the vision will become

The soul of mine stirred with

Now gazing at such glamorous dance

Sigh, a handful of nights in the performance

After I faded back to sleep

No more soft, fresh water-scented bed

Paucity of queen's glow

Seldom dreamy dances will flow

Although they permanently are

Nevertheless, never caught by far

Mostafa Talebi    November of 2010