Little sparrow says there is no sorrow

I am standing on a boundless cliff as far as my eyes reach

watching restless waves buffing their head against seashore

gleeful sparrows going after tides recoiling their feet

then playfully let the rolling surfs follow their feet to the edge

I leave no imprint as of their timeless cheer on sheeny sands

My sole fingerprints were already metamorphosed into silent vows

but theirs were endless greets of joy to distant vibrant waves

سیاه مشق...