Cafe Piano (Translation Practice) I just tried to translate a paragraph of a Persian novel. I'll be glad if you correct me. By the way, I've putt the Persian text too, for my Persian friends. When she entered by the door, hold her nose and said: Oh God! The smoke of your cigarette chokes people! Then with a beautiful unconcern that is her character, hanged up her navy backback_ which we have given it to sew her name on it_ of a Polish seat near the bar. Then she came and sat in front of me, when I was steaming the coffee. She said : Hi daddy I said: Hi babe. She asked: What is the order that you have today? As I was trolling the milk boiler, like the earth's dance, around the steam shaft of machine, I said: It is not the job that you can do it... What is the style of your hair, today? Like Judy Abbott or ponytail? Cafe Piano (کافه پیانو) by: Farhad Jafari از در که آمد تو، دماغش را گرفت و گفت: وای خدا! بوی سیگارت آدمو خفه می کنه. و بعد; با یک جور لاقیدی قشنگ که طبیعت اوست، کیف کوله پشتی شکل سورمه ای رنگش را که داده ایم اسمش را رویش دوخته اند; انداخت گردن یک صندلی لهستانی نزدیک بار و خودش آمد روبه روی من که داشتم قهوه بخار می دادم نشست. گفت:سلام. گفتم:سلام بابایی. پرسید: سفارش چی داری؟ همین طور که شیرجوش را دور میله ی بخار دستگاه، مثل رقص زمین می چرخاندم و تاب می دادم، گفتم: چیزی نیس که تو از پسش بر بیای...امروز موهاتو چه شکلی بستی؟ مث جودی آبوت یا دم اسبی؟