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.
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.
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