Tears of the Orphan

Here's a translation of a poem I recently read, thought it was great, so here it is.

Tears of the Orphan

One day, a king went on procession through the streets and alleys

Cries of joy arose from every street and roof

From amongst the crowd, an orphan asked

"What is that shiny thing on your crown?"

Someone responded "What do we know about what that is?

It is clearl enough that it is something expensive."

A hunchbacked old woman came close and said

"That is the tears of my eyes and the sorrow of your heart

We are deceived by the clothes and crook

This wolf has been familiar with the herd for years

This pious one who has bought villages and fiefs, is a highwayman

That king who eats the wealth of the people is a beggar

Look upon those tears of the orphans

Until you understand from whence comes the brightness of jewels"

Parvin, what benefit does honest speech bring the wayward

Where is the person who does not suffer when hearing words of truth

The author is Parvin Etesami, and this poem follows the pattern whereby the last line mentions the poet themselves. This was written during the Shah's time and the political message is fairly blunt, a courageous stance given the harsh treatment of dissenters.