AN ANTHOLOGY OF PERSIAN POETRY FROM 17TH CENTURY(Selected and translated by Asef Fekrat)
Shying sweetheart
My sweetheart is childish
Shies away from messengers
Throw my letter on her way
Amorous gestures
From head to toes
Whenever I look at her
Amorous gestures
Poll my heart, saying:
It is the place!
Adventure
Do not tell anybody
From last night’s adventure
The gardener was asleep
The flower drunk
The nightingale released
Your face
After seeing your face,
If eye looks at flower
Walks on thorn,
Barefoot
Sweet smell
The rose,
If has not embraced my sweetheart,
Why does it have sweet smell of her shirt?
Excused
I am not sorry
For not depicting your lips
No need to depict the life-water
Travel
You are traveling
I am traveling too
You leave the city
I leave the world
I wish
I wish I were a breeze
Mixed with your smell
Hanging in your hair
Kiss your cheeks
Stranger
Since you have left
Breeze is enemy to flowers
Spring is a stranger
Sweat
Your shying sweaty cheeks,
In the mirror
Look like rose, under the water
Your hair
Breeze unlocked your hair
Flower gardens dance
Your shade
Upon my tomb
If you cast shade
The gravestone will shine
Like sun’s forehead
Sunshine
Under the blue shirt
Her body is dawn
From her collar
Appears sunshine
Sun and crescent
Is this your collar rent?
Or upon the sun
Shines the crescent
Center and circle
We are like the centre and circle
She turns around my heart
I turn around her body
Address
I asked your address from the sea
The water boiled up
The shell brought out ears
The fish lost its tongue
First day
On first day of your love
I cut the faith and the world in two pieces
And threw into the fire
Soul on fire
Is this your hair strand?
Upon your shiny face
Or my soul
Restless on fire
Shying sweetheart
My sweetheart is childish
Shies away from messengers
Throw my letter on her way
Amorous gestures
From head to toes
Whenever I look at her
Amorous gestures
Poll my heart, saying:
It is the place!
Adventure
Do not tell anybody
From last night’s adventure
The gardener was asleep
The flower drunk
The nightingale released
Your face
After seeing your face,
If eye looks at flower
Walks on thorn,
Barefoot
Sweet smell
The rose,
If has not embraced my sweetheart,
Why does it have sweet smell of her shirt?
Excused
I am not sorry
For not depicting your lips
No need to depict the life-water
Travel
You are traveling
I am traveling too
You leave the city
I leave the world
I wish
I wish I were a breeze
Mixed with your smell
Hanging in your hair
Kiss your cheeks
Stranger
Since you have left
Breeze is enemy to flowers
Spring is a stranger
Sweat
Your shying sweaty cheeks,
In the mirror
Look like rose, under the water
Your hair
Breeze unlocked your hair
Flower gardens dance
Your shade
Upon my tomb
If you cast shade
The gravestone will shine
Like sun’s forehead
Sunshine
Under the blue shirt
Her body is dawn
From her collar
Appears sunshine
Sun and crescent
Is this your collar rent?
Or upon the sun
Shines the crescent
Center and circle
We are like the centre and circle
She turns around my heart
I turn around her body
Address
I asked your address from the sea
The water boiled up
The shell brought out ears
The fish lost its tongue
First day
On first day of your love
I cut the faith and the world in two pieces
And threw into the fire
Soul on fire
Is this your hair strand?
Upon your shiny face
Or my soul
Restless on fire
