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Molavi Translated by: Majid Naini Oh my beloved, don't make me a stranger, I have your desire in my head; I am on the top of the minaret (world), but still longing for you because of you I am drunken and intoxicated, I am not conscious fo myself, I do not even scratch my head, since I have only your desire. I tell you how my heart became illuminated and happy (luck), because in the mirror of my heart, I have your beautiful image. Oh my beloved, do not scold me, I an all waves, I am all excited, Hail, oh spinning universe, now listen to my saga. Since, like you, my companion is the moon, I have yoursize and magnitude. I come to your doorman, he does not let me in and chases me; He doesn't know how I secretly watch you. If there is no path through the door, I come from the roof and windows... From now on I will not cry out, I will not make mischief, I will not be enraged, Whose directive is in y heart? My heart expresses only you,
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Sin Forough Farrokhzad Translated by: Michael Hillmann I sinned a sin full of pleasure, in an embrace which was warm and fiery. I sinned surrounded by arms that were hot and avenging and iron.
In that dark and silent seclusion, I looked into his secret-full eyes, My heart impatiently shook in my breast in response to the request of his needful eyes.
In that dark and silent seclusion, I sat dishevelled at his side. His lips poured passion on my lips, I escaped from the sorrow of my crazed heart.
I whispered in his ear the tale of love: I want you, o life of mine, I want you, o life-giving embrace, O crazed love of mine, you.
Desire sparked a flame in his eyes; the red wine danced in the cup. In the soft bed, my body drunkenly quivered on his chest.
I sinned a sin full of pleasure, next to a shaking, stupid form. O Go, who knows what I did in that dart and quiet seclusion. |
I sing your voice Simin Behbahani Translated by: Farzaneh Milani & Kaveh Safa I sing in your voice in the blue sies of my beliefs a song of flying inscribed by the wings of doves. Wanting you I dance in a skirt of undulating sequins like a pine forest dancing to a gentle breeze. In your presence I see the green of my wings, like the image of grass the feathers of a parrot paint in the mirror. In the line that define your being I seek a hedge to ptotect the green clover from being trampled. I grow in your consciousness like a vine, with my hair covering rooftops, doorposts, and fences. Your tongue burns me, I am the candle to your flame, in your illumination my tears turn to precious gems. With you in mind I build a castle as wide as freedom in which high and low sit as equals. I am the autumn's solitary pine, naked in the twilight, with generous veins giving my blood to the marble. |