The Sun Rises (Aftab Mishavad)
The Sun Rises (Aftab Mishavad) Look how sorrow in my eyes melts to water drop by drop, how my rebellious shadow falls captive to the sun. Look. Sparks ignite me, flames engulf me, carry me high, trap me in the sky. Look how my universe now streams with shooting stars. You came from far, far away, from the realm of perfume and light, seated me on a canoe of ivory, of glass and clouds. Take me now, my hope, my solace, to the place of desires, carry me to the city of rapture and rhymes. You draw me up a flickering path, seat me higher than all the stars, but look these stars scorch me, burn me, and I, like a feverish red fish, nip at them in the pool of night. How distant did our world once lie from these chambers of the sky, but now your voice reaches me, the sound of angels' snow wings. Look how I've soared to galaxies, to shorelessness, eternity. Now that we have come so high, wash me in the waves of wine, fold me in each silky kiss, crave me through the lingering nights. Don't release me, do not part me from these stars. Look how night along our path melts like wax in drops, in drops, my dark eyes drink sleep's wine from your cup of lullabies. Upon the cradles of my poetry you waft your breath and look, the sunrise floods us with light. From Sin, Selected Poems of Forough Farrokhzad, Translated by Sholeh Wolpe, The University of Arkansas Press, Fayetteville, 2007.