Sohrab Sepehri: The Death of Color [Marg-e Rang]
Sohrab Sepehri: The Death of Color [Marg-e Rang] A hue beside the night Has quietly and silently faded away. A black bird, coming from distant ways, Sings from the high
Sohrab Sepehri: The Death of Color [Marg-e Rang] A hue beside the night Has quietly and silently faded away. A black bird, coming from distant ways, Sings from the high
Jalal Al-e Ahmad: The Life Which Fled [Zendegi ke Gorikht] The sun’s heat tormented the mind and deserted the road along the riverbank. Coming and going was impeded, as if
A Home in the Sky By Goli Taraghi It was a harsh summer, humid, without water, without electricity. War loomed, fear and darkness. Masoud D. was like a man who
Smoke Rise [Doud Barmikhizad] Smoke rises from the cave of my solitude. Who could fathom the ruins I carry? I speak to my inwardly burned self. When will my story
In the Tar of Night [Dar Qir-e Shab] Long has this solitude been, Where silence paints the design of lips. A distant call beckons to me, But my feet are
The Sin (Gonah) I have sinned, a sin full of pleasure, In an embrace that was warm and fiery. I sinned in arms That were eager, vengeful and steely. In
Throne of Solomon [Takht-e Abunasr] In the second year of the excavations at the Metropolitan Museum of Chicago near Shiraz, on the hill of “Takht-e Abunasr”,” scientific investigations were carried
The other evening I was there, in the little parlor. Her mother and sister were also present, the mother in gray and the daughters in red, matching the crimson velvet
Only yesterday they granted me solitude in my chamber. Could it be that, as the warden promised, I am now completely cured and will be released to freedom next week?