Lyrics of Tavalodi Digar Foroogh Farrokhzad In English

My whole being is a dark verse

that

will take you to the dawn of eternal blooms and blossoms in

itself, I sighed for you in this verse, oh

I linked you in this verse

to trees, water, and fire,



life is perhaps

a long street that a woman passes through every day with a chain,

maybe life

is a rope with which a man hangs himself from a branch,

maybe life is a child who has dropped out of school.

Life may be lighting a cigarette, in the sluggish distance of two hugs,

or the confused gaze of a passerby

who takes off his hat

and says to another passerby with a meaningless smile,

"Good morning."













A room that is as lonely as a loneliness

, my heart,

which is as much as love

, looks at the simple excuses of its happiness,

at the beautiful withering of flowers in pots,

at the sapling you have planted in our garden

, and at the song of the canaries

singing like a window



, oh . . .

My share is this

, my share is the

heaven that hangs

a curtain from me,

my share is going down an abandoned staircase

and reaching something in decay and homesickness,

my share is a sad walk in the garden of memories

, and in the grief of dying a voice that tells me:

"I love your hands

" I



plant my hands in the garden

, I will be green, I know, I know, I know,

and the swallows will lay eggs in the hollows of my ink fingers,





I hang earrings in my ears

from two twin red cherries

, and I stick dahlia leaves to my nails,

there is an alley where the

boys who were in love with me, still

smile with the same tangled hair, slender necks, and thin legs

.Innocent girls think that one night the wind carried her away,





there is an alley that my heart has

stolen from the neighborhoods of my childhood, a



volumetric journey in the line of time

and a volume of the dry line of time, a

volume of a conscious image

that returns from the party of a mirror,

and thus

someone dies

and no



fisherman will catch a pearl in a despicable stream that falls into a pit.





I

know a sad little fairy

who dwells in an ocean and beats

her heart in a wooden reed,

quietly, quietly, a

sad little fairy

who dies at night from a kiss

and will be born at dawn from a kiss

Poet : Forough Farrokhzad