18 September 2010

The Solitude of the Moon - Forough Farrkhzad




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


From Maryam Dilmaghani's wonderful site Forough Farrokhzad The Sad Little Fairy

It being International Observe the Moon Night tonight.. more to follow

4 comments:

Claude said...

Magnificent! Never thought of the moon's loneliness in the dark of the night.

jams o donnell said...

It is another beautiful poem from a truly great poet

Sean Jeating said...

Ah, beautiful. Or should I rather write mooniful?

jams o donnell said...

It certainly is both Sean!