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 Muslims celebrate the first day, Nawroz, also the first day of Spring. The beautiful spread above is the work of a dear Iranian friend of mine, Sara, who lives in Istanbul.
Inspired from the haft sin, I wrote a poem as 1394 begins. I wish us a peaceful upcoming year complete with love, travel, success, and fulfilled dreams. Although I don’t have a haft sin to share, I have a few photographs of mine that I hope will lend us color and inspiration.