Mara
I want you, yet I know that never
can I embrace you to my heart's content.
you are that clear and bright sky.
I, in this corner of the cage, am a captive bird.
O sky, if I want one day
to fly from this silent prison,
what shall I say to the weeping child's eyes:
forget about me, for I am captive bird?
Poem: Forough
can I embrace you to my heart's content.
you are that clear and bright sky.
I, in this corner of the cage, am a captive bird.
O sky, if I want one day
to fly from this silent prison,
what shall I say to the weeping child's eyes:
forget about me, for I am captive bird?
Poem: Forough
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when the silver moonstream makes a lake of limitless plain,
I spread the sails of my thoughts in the path of the wind.
At night,
when no sound rises from the reed beds deep in the ponds,
I joyously voice my bright hope like a sunshaft.
At night,
when songs are sung of hopelessness,
I await from far off the sun's lip scorching
warmly kissing the neighbor's rooftop.
At night,
when a sorrow congeals in the cold of the garden,
I listen for the death coughs in the groan-rattle of my decaying
chain-hands.
ahmad shamlu