lunes, 19 de diciembre de 2011
Persian Poetry in English...
Forough Farrokhzad (from Cold Season, 1968)
Let us believe,
let us believe in the beginning of the cold season,
let us believe in the ruin of the garden of dreams,
in unloaded, abandoned spades,
and in caged seeds.
Look!
Snow is falling outside!
Perhaps Truth was those young hands.
They are now buried under the unending blow of snow.
But when spring makes love-
to the blue reflection of Sky-
and the green stream of fresh grass-
flows in its veins-
they will flourish, my Beloved,
they will flourish, my Beloved!
Let us believe,
let us believe in the beginning of the cold season,
let us believe in the ruin of the garden of dreams,
in unloaded, abandoned spades,
and in caged seeds.
Look!
Snow is falling outside!
Perhaps Truth was those young hands.
They are now buried under the unending blow of snow.
But when spring makes love-
to the blue reflection of Sky-
and the green stream of fresh grass-
flows in its veins-
they will flourish, my Beloved,
they will flourish, my Beloved!
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