Lyrics of Fatheh Bagh Foroogh Farrokhzad In English

The crow that jumped

over our heads

and plunged into the turbulent thought of a stray cloud,

and its voice traveled across the horizon like a short spear,

the news will take us with it to the city



, everyone knows, everyone

knows

that you and I saw the gloomy head of

the garden

through that opening, and we picked the branch of the actor away from the hand of the

apple,



everyone is afraid

, everyone is afraid, but you and I

are afraid of the lamp. And we joined the water and the mirror

and we were not afraid, we



are not talking about the weak bond of the two names

and the hugging in the old papers of the same notebook

, it is talking about my happy hair

with the burnt anemones of your kiss

and the intimacy of our bodies, in the freshness and the brilliance of

our nakedness like the

scales of fish in the water,

it is the talk of the silver life

of the song that sings at the dawn of the little fountain,



we are in that green forest of the wild

rabbits

and in that anxious sea of cold

bloodFrom the shells full of pearls

and in that strange mountain of the conqueror,

we asked the young eagles

what to do.



Everyone knows

, everyone knows that

we have reached the cold and quiet sleep of Simorghan,

we have found the truth in the garden, in the shameful

gaze of an anonymous flower, and survival

in an infinite moment

when two suns stared at each other, there is



no talk of whispering in the darkness, it

is about the day, the open windows

, the fresh air

, the stove in which the things burn,

and the land that is from the ship. It is no longer fertile

, and birth, evolution and pride

are the words of our lovers hands

who have built a bridge of the message of perfume, light and breeze

over the nights



, to the meadow, come

to the great meadow

and call me, from behind the breaths of the silk rose,

the deer whose pair is filled with veils



of hidden hatred

, and the innocent pigeons



look at the ground from the heights of their white tower

Poet : Forough Farrokhzad