FIFTH BOOK OF POETRY

Unpublished

Poem with Sheybani’s handwriting.

In addition to his published poetry collections, many of his poems were also independently published in several publications, newspapers, and magazines.

Sheybani also left numerous notebooks filled with unpublished poems behind. He took care to prepare one of the handwritten notebooks, filling it with his selection of poems ready for future publishing.

Bahar, The Spring

The star arose, glistened, and lowered his head to slumber.
       The bird flew high into the sky and washed his wings in blood.
       The moan from the creek’s throat.
       The Distressed hair of the willow tree.
       The black miracle of the cloud.
       Dark was the sad garment of
       The mourning Spring.
Sycamore squeezed its claws of sorrow
    Over the creek.
Violet
  was dark,
       Enduring the tear of the rain
       Over the lawn.
       Amidst the hail of blood,
       The bud suddenly blossomed.
       The green world
       Turned red in its eyes!
  By the riverbank
    Was no word
Except the pitter-patter of the mourning cloud.
       There was no sign of
       The garden birds,
       Celebration and joy
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What happened?
       Spring didn’t come?
What happened?
       The violet didn’t bloom?
       What was the complaint of the flower to the nightingale
       That the wail disturbs the brae of the garden
       To the grieving sorrow of the blood bloomers of the lawn.
The roar of the thunder
        Shouted
         Toward the cloud
That its womb
       became red birthing rebellion
The hail of anger
       washed away the wicked with a shower of blood
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