Saghi Ghahraman

We open the window
Cold air flows in
The dear dead one blinks
Cold air has filled the room
We shiver
The dear dead one is laid out
On a bed in a corner, a
Far-off corner of the room

We’ve dressed her in white
We’ve pulled a white sheet
Up to her chin
Her legs shiver of cold
We’ve braided and thrown
Her hair on the pillow
Along both sides
Of her face

We open the window
Across the way as well

Cold floats in cold

Little by little
The dear dead one turns blue
We pull the sheet up a little
We pull the dress up a little
We spread her legs and enter her

We get up
Straighten the dress up
Straighten the sheet up
We sit

The dear dead one slowly swells
The sheet rises a little, a little higher
We spread her legs
We pull our children out
We straighten her legs
We pull the sheet down
The dear dead one shivers of cold
The children shiver of cold
We drink tea

We close the window
We open the window
We let our children loose
In the arms of the swarming street
We drink tea

The dear dead one
Is a dear dear one
We go to her
We pull the sheet up a little
We pull the dress up a little
We spread her legs and enter her

Read the original Persian poem here.