10 June 2009

Forough Farrokhzad - Friday

Forough Farrokhzad (1935-1967)

My silent Friday,

My deserted Friday,

My Friday: sad, like old abandoned lanes.

My Friday:

The cold day of ailing, idle thoughts,

Moist day of long, evil bore,

loaded with grief,

grief for my faith, for my hope,

Oh, my Friday, this renouncing day

Oh, this empty room,

Oh, this gloomy house…

These isolating walls from attacks of youth,

These collapsing roofs on my slight daydream of light,

In this place of lone, reflection and doubt,

In this space of shade, text, image and sign.

My life, like a mysterious river,

streamed into those silent, deserted days,

so calmly with a lot of pride.

My life, like a mysterious river,

Streamed into those empty, gloomy rooms,

so calmly with a lot of pride.

Translation: Maryam Dilmaghani From the website Forough Farrokhzad The Sad Little Fairy


SandyCarlson said...

A beautiful poem and post.

Sean Jeating said...

Another one of those ...
... beautiful poems,Jams.

Momstart said...

Very pensive

Frank Partisan said...

This week you've been making a statement about Iran. Both of us have had several posts against Islamism and the anti labor and woman regime. That is only one aspect of Iran.

Liz Hinds said...

I think I'll go and kill myself now.

Sorry, I'm not very appreciative of poetry!

jams o donnell said...

THanks everyone. I am gla dyou liked it. Liz not everyone loves all art forms. Me I loathe jazz!

Ren this is not a deliberate statement. THat said I do have a love or Iranian art and culture and this is an aspect of Iran that deserves to be highlighted.

Sukhmandir Kaur said...

Very poignant, life can be that way.

jams o donnell said...

Her work is very poignant indeed Sukhmandir