The Journey
All night something was telling my heart
How excited you are to see him
When the stars whiten at dawn
he will leave,
he will leave--hold him tight.
Lost to the world I was with the scent of you
heedless of morning's betrayal
.....
My body burning beneath your touch
My hair abandoned to your breath
I blossomed in love and I said
She who gives her heart to her love
never thinks of ways to hurt him.
.....
.....
Let him go, my eyes will follow him
Let him go, my love will protect him.
.....
Now youčre gone and, ah, the twilight
sheds shadows across the crest of the road
And writes on each wall
words all in black.
She who gives her heart to her love never thinks of ways to hurt him.
Forugh Farrokhzad, Bride of Acacias: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad,
Jascha Kessler trans. with Amin Banani (Delmar, NY: Caravan Books, 1982)