love

It started somewhere

what is your name

It hit my ears

and intellect

Like an extinguished candle

Against the fever of your presence

evaporated

you came

and the world

It fell off

you are

It was rewritten

and me

In the glory of a glance

i understood

madness

sometimes

It is more sacred than any wisdom

ah........

The moment you get close

and your look

It falls on my pulse

my heart

It beats like that

as if he wants

Take refuge in your arms

My breath is short

And I see

How every time you

there is a way

Between fire and peace

i

in the heat of your presence

I get lost

In the trembling of your fingers

I will be found

and you

In the same close beats

you understand me

that love

It is the same moment

that the world

to two people

It summarizes

madness

When it makes sense

that your forehead

It rests on my chest

and time

to our respect

stands

there

No land left

not the sky

only

two souls

that from the intensity of enthusiasm

in each other

are released

After that flame

After that sweet storm

in your arms

I sit down

and peace

so deep

It takes root in me

as if

all the prophets

for this moment

have prayed

Yes.....

love

It means madness

when

your hands

It becomes my refuge

your breath

mention me

and your presence

my world

Behnam Respected

Commentary on the love poem of Mohammad Al Afte

This poem is a romantic confession, a confession that goes beyond reason and reaches the realm of intuition, fever, and sanctity of madness.

This poem is the narrative of a moment when love disables reason

Where the name of the beloved is not only heard,

Rather, it sits on John's ears

And this cold tool of calculation

Against the fever of presence,

melts, evaporates,

and can no longer stand.

The arrival of the lover in this poem

It is not the entry of a human being

The arrival of an earthquake is ontological.

The world disappears

Being is rewritten,

And the narrator finds out that

Sometimes madness is a sublime form of understanding.

the climax of the poem,

It is the place where body and soul reach a common language:

The look that falls on the pulse,

A heart that wants

No, just jump.

But take refuge.

Commentary on the poem Eshgh Behnam Mohtarami by Mohammad Al Afte