Lyrics of Iman Biavarim Khosro Shakibaei In English

And this woman

is lonely

on the eve of a cold season,

at the beginning of understanding the contaminated existence of the earth

and the simple and sad despair of the sky

and the impotence of these cement hands,

time

has passed, and the clock has passed four times, it has

been played four times,

today is the first day of December,

I know the secret of the seasons

and I understand the words of the moments, the

savior is sleeping in the grave

, and the soil, the soil of the receptive

, is a hint of the calm of


time He passed and played the clock four times

Poet : Forough Farrokhzad