Kaaba Of Her Destiny
© Surazeus
2026 06 15

Walking toward the sea to find her lost words
that rise in blazing glory of red dawn,
Sepideh sings with strange enchanting voice
about innocent birds that lose their wings
so they find refuge in the cypress tree
and nest in tangled tresses of her hair.

Untangling tresses of her long black hair,
Sepideh frees the wingless hearts of men
who long to remain in trap of her heart,
but she finds it sweeter to wander free
across deserted Biyaban of hope,
and make her bed on burning sand of faith.

Far from the crowded cities of locked doors,
where men with iron hands grasp at her heart,
Sepideh finds in dark deserted cave
Apron of Kaveh tattered in the dust,
so she cleans Flag of Freedom with her tears,
then bears it as she walks the signless road.

Kneeling by bright pond in Biyaban,
where gold sun frames her heart with wordless grace,
Sepideh gazes in mirror of love
past mask of her face in the Ayeneh
where she perceives divine Light of Zurvan
that luminates pure nature of mankind.

While she follows flow of the Haraz River,
that winds through oak woods to Mount Damavand,
Sepideh smiles when morning Saba breeze
brings scent of cloves to soothe her aching heart,
bearing secret message of yearning love
from faceless lover she may never meet.

She finds no roses in the Biyaban,
where no Majnun, possessed with bitter grief,
flees from oppressive rules of social pride,
nor hears forlorn song of the nightingale,
yet boundless regions of the houseless waste
expands scope of true love in her vast heart.

Seeking star-eyed beauty of the Simurgh,
which emanates from her love-wounded heart,
Sepideh walks the roadless wilderness
on treacherous journey of her aching soul,
disoriented by shattering of her mask,
so she dances wildly with Saba wind.

Awake in Golestan, garden of fruit,
reborn from horror of the Biyaban,
Sepideh sings with mercurial voice
while caressing rose petals of respect,
then laughs as she drinks wine of starlit truth,
safe in the Kaaba of her destiny.

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Orpheus strums lyre of Mercury while lounging by pool in the Golestan while Sepideh sings heart-enchanting tunes about ache of the heart for divine truth.

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