FOROUGH FARROKHZAD (1935-1967)
My beloved
with his bare bold body
rose over his legs,
fearless like death.
On his firm face
An array of brief lines
was tailored by his revolting limbs.
My beloved surely belongs
to a faded clan.
In deepness of his eyes, it seems
A Tartar is constantly longing
for advent of a knight.
In brightness of his teeth, it seems
A barbaric male is patiently waiting
for cornering a prey.
My beloved is like the earth
in his blunt fated air;
in his concrete cruel rule.
My beloved is wildly free.
My beloved is like a whole instinct
in core of a dark isolated isle.
My beloved is originally estranged,
like veiled gods, like lone monks.
My beloved is a male from ancient eras,
And from the essence of beauty.
By his tread, he awakes
the innocent sense of scent of youth.
With his aura, he reminds
the fond flavor of mythical tales.
He loves with such a faith
all bits of life, all tads of soil
all laughs and sorrows.
He loves with such a faith
void roads of parish, green veins of trees
slight smell of soap, fresh taste of milk.
My beloved surely belongs
to a faded clan.
My beloved...
He is a natural man.
And in this wicked wonderland
He must hide away.
My beloved…
He is a simple man.
And like last rest of vast past beliefs,
I hide him always away,
in the wake of warmth of my breasts.
Translation: Maryam Dilmaghani.
