The Bird May Die... 

I feel sad, 
I feel blue. 

I go outside and rub my cold fingers
on the sleek shell of the silent night. 

I see that all lights of contact are dark, 
All lanes to relate us are blocked. 

Nobody will introduce me to the sun, 
Nobody will take me to the gathering of doves. 

Keep the flight in mind, 
The bird may die. 

- Forough Farrokhzad - 

January 5, 1935 - February 13, 1967 

translation by Maryam Dilmaghani 

Forough Farrokhzad is considered the most famous 
of contemporary Iranian poets.