All the way in the dark,
A somber breeze was flowing in the air,
and lonely crickets were yearning:
“Hey moon, generous moon…”
All the way in the dark,
A row of the trees with their full of desire sighs,
like devotees of mysterious gods
were constantly pleading:
“Hey moon, generous moon…”
All the way in the dark,
Fireflies were blazing in a moving ring
And there, thousands of mourning souls
in the veiled live side of the soil
were whispering:
“Hey moon, generous moon…”
And there, all the way in the dark
a captive fairy in seize of the shades
in a silent, green bog was listening to young frogs
they were all singing:
“Hey moon, generous moon…”
All the way in the dark,
The moon was burning in flames
The moon was the loneliest soul of the silent night.
The moon was bursting
in his golden grief
in an eternal dark.
By: Forough Farokhzad
Translation: Maryam Dilmaghani
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