When I Entered The Room In The Evening, ...

When I entered the room in the evening, I understood,
It's been half a day,
As if still on the side of the road,
You were brushing your teeth.

The folds of the quilt of the bed,
The noise of the tavern street,
As if wrapping up our separation,
The bunch of grapes you wrapped in a napkin.

On the chair,
The towel you fold and put,
The place of your flying words and your earrings,
They just stood there.

Beams leaking from soft eyelids,
It was a fine sunny road,
That night you left me.

Your lips came to my mind,
Your kissable moire lips,
Like a Persian sword,
Then you slipped in one wet morning.