"thy night is painted by your dreams.
your perfume fills my lungs.
for my eyes you are a feast,
all shapes you belie;
and become the earth
washed by the rain.
i cleave my soul to you.

you're a gyre to my eyelashes,
a fire to my eyelids;
more verdant than fields,
more fruitful than boughs.
open the gate:
counteract doubt's spate
and the pain of joyful tears.

this is my sad heart,
and profuse light
the din of life's abyss.
the glance in your eyes
a vision has sealed.
this image will not abate
but before you, no other.

the pain of love is darkness -
demeans oneself in vain.
leaned against people
whose sight defiles
them with spite,
people who caress
venomous wile in a friend's smile.

they hand gold
coins to marauders,
become lost
in bazaars.
my soul be raised by you
like a dogstar, you and i united
from lands untold.

you alleviate my sorrow,
flood my embrace
with water in my breast,
bless my bed of veins
into a world of darkness,
feed me with each step:
you receive, i proceed.

you flow like the blood
beneath my skin,
burn my locks, flush my cheeks,
urge on my demand -
acquainted with my body.
on my lawn you shine:
a sun that never dies.

a sun that rises southern,
a splendor of light.
this is not love, it is pride.
silent chandeliers
darkness has lengthened.
with love's sacrifice,
no more it is me.

my life amounts to nothing,
your kiss my ego's gaze.
to me you are the temple,
a great rhapsody.
entwined in and around you,
my entire curve.
oh, how i crave to sprout

oh, how i wish to shout
my joy in sorrow,
to baptize with tears this wan heart;
to baptize my eyes
with the incense of perfume,
with harp and lyre music
in the prayer room.

oh, these songs and silence.
your glance cradles
restless babes
to sleep.
your breath incandescent.
you wash away my tremors
finding me in unease.

permeate my world
with the deep, dark passion.
poetry you inspire
across my days.
you cast an instant fire,
a wooden reel of desire
that kindles light that sets the room ablaze ... "


~ farough farrokhzad, "lovesong"