Published by Sarah Uzunlar, ProMosaik Poetry  The Garden of Mirror - Ahmad Shamlou With a lamp in my hand, and a lamp shining ahead, I am on my way to fight against darkness. The cradles of weariness have stopped swaying, And in the depths a sun lightens the burnt-out galaxies. The riotous cries of lightning, When the hailstones take form in the restless wombs of clouds; And the silent pain of the vine When the baby grapes appear at the top of long, winding branches: My cry was all an escape from pain, Because, in the most horrible nights, I have been seeking the sun with a hopeless prayer. You have come from the suns, from the dawns. In a void where there was neither a God, nor fire, I have been seeking your glances and your trust with a hopeless prayer. A vital current Between two deaths In the emptiness between two solitude: Your trust is something like this! Your joy is ruthless and noble, Your breaths in my empty hands are songs and grass. I rise ! A lamp in my hand, a lamp in...