Biography of Baharak Barzin
Baharak was born on May 4th, she studied law and she has been working as interpreter from 2010.
she has translated John Donne poems into Persian for the first time in her country.
Baharak Barzin Poems
how mighty you are i was kneeling to pray before you came but now i need no praying nor blessing, you draw the earth to her knees every night
Can you ever feel my feelings? That I'm burning inside in your love This innocent love calls you
Asleep as if a dead corpse Could hear the last heartbeats of him Crept to his bed with trembling feet Could feel how sweet, love can be
Love, Divine Friend
Hey you, the most divine friend of earthen men Did I ever call you come? Stupidly? Who let you inrush our lives?
come here, come here beloved one moonlight seems too pale against thy face
Such a velvet night Lies in your looking glass And so gentle, peace of your sight comforts my heart
May It Be
May the passion arise When i love and praise thee May my awaiting eyes
Gentle Touch Of Love
Gentle touch of love hidden in your skies Hit my waves of red It made me who i am
An Acre Of Land
Give me an acre of land Surrounded by ruddy waters Intoxicating sweet waters
light up the darkness Think of the taste of eternity join the reality Think of the joy of peace
From the very start He loves us We had him in very close We were loved by him
The Criminal Man
Oh the poor one you are asking me why I love you But I am sure you know about love nothing Not even like the Ripper
Where the angel voice gone? Who called my name once when i asleep Where the feather fingers gone? Who tapped my shoulder twice when i got high Where the king gone? Who played my name with cards when i was hidden inside Where the golden girl gone? Who weaved my hair when i came from far
I myself even don’t know how long been waiting for What I lost times ago Looking forward your heartbeats What I lost times ago
Silent fire wishes a match
to show the flames
The match wishes a rub
to show the power
But the power wishes never be born
Can we end this cycle?
The power called 'It'
The 'It' what we are wishing for a lifetime