Forough Farokhzad English subtitle شعر فروغ فرخزاد تولدي ديگر

My entire soul is a murky verse Reiterating you within itself Carrying you to the dawn of eternal burstings and blossomings In this verse, I sighed you, AH! In this verse, I grafted you to trees, water and fire Perhaps life is A long street along which a woman With a basket passes every day Perhaps life Is a rope with which a man hangs himself from a branch Perhaps life is a child returning home from school Perhaps life is the lighting of a cigarette Between the lethargic intervals of two lovemakings Or the puzzled passage of a passerby Tipping his hat Saying good morning to another passerby with a vacant smile Perhaps life is that blocked moment When my look destroys itself in the pupils of your eyes And in this there is a sense Which I will mingle with the perception of the moon And the reception of darkness In a room the size of one solitude My heart The size of one love Looks at the simple pretexts of i