Bayan Azizi
Prayer
These buildings are too high
for dreaming.
In the darkness,
again and again, your tales
have made me stumble
and fall.
My God, if you exist,
if you can hear me,
just give me one bright window
to fall towards.
The Sound of Water
The sound of water,
even if you kill it,
is still the sound of water.
Forget all philosophies—
I must wash the world!
The Gift
My bicycle
is forbidden in this geography,
just as the sun is for women.
If you return from the journey,
bring me a path.
Bring me an armful of sky.
My bones are dark.
Bayan Azizi is an Iranian poet and journalist. Her poems have been translated from Kurdish.