LOVE AND BEAUTY-6

AN ANTHOLOGY OF PERSIAN POETRY FROM 17TH CENTURY
(Selected and translated by Asef Fekrat)

Days and nights
Every night
I am thinking of leaving your love
But in the morning
I am your new lover

Never
My eyes
As old lovers
Have never seen
Such high eyebrows
Such long eyelashes

Fire
How warm you are?
As if your mother had been milked you fire
Instead of milk

Paradise
Looking at your face
In this room
Is watching the flower-garden
In Paradise

Childish
My mother
Had given me the pearl of heart to play
I am childish
I forget it wherever I go

Breeze of spring
Is it the breeze of spring?
Or you are coming?
Is it a flower laughing?
Or you are opening your collar?

God blessing
Did she open her collar for a moment?
Or the blessing window of God was opened and closed

Way
I seek a way
From your heart to mine
I do not know letter
I don not know message

Fire
Entered into my heart
But left immediately
As if she caught fire

In the morning
My sweetheart does not awake
Unless the sun kisses her hands and feet

Madness
Leave the love that makes you mad gradually
Good for me
I went mad from her first look

Hands and feet
With your feet
Shoes are vases
With your hands
Sleaves are candlesticks

Promise
Enlivened me promising
But killed me waiting
Such are fairly promises

First look
Her first look filled my cup
How may I afford the second?