I was the goldfish, brilliant as the sun.
Alone in my bowl, deceived, I was free.
Lounging in waters, calm, my trough,
spent I eternity eyeing the gold coins below.
Until some force, a shine, Sublime
showered upon my round universe
spring, along with a myriad of signs:
a drop of vinegar for patience in hard times
for health, chunks of apple and garlic
wisdom from the rays of a candlestick.
My vision, much clearer, I witnessed
the water, now a bright pink, stressed
with love for the soul and hyacinths galore.
In the glass bowl, I saw not my reflection
but blossoming sprouts, a reincarnation.
Now, I live to comprehend the Merciful One
and become a goldfish, obedient as the sun.
Haft sin is a spread put out for the Persian New Year as the sun completes its cycle. Iranians and several…
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