Sitting around the warm stove
with a wool blanket tucked in my lap
I listen to the poetry of Hafiz being recited
by the man sitting opposite me
while a plate of samanu and oranges
is passed on to me.
The sun is waiting to rise
above the horizon
on the longest night of the year
when darkness ceases to overtake
swallowed up by time
when light finally triumphs.
Six pomegranate seeds are consumed
by each of us, the sweet and slightly tart flavor
reminding us how the earth slowly warms
under the snowy mountains.
On the day Mithra is born
the earth witnesses peace and happiness,
waiting for the new life to spring forth.
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