The Bird May Die... Poem by Forough Farrokhzad
The Bird May Die...
I feel sad,
I feel blue.
I go outside and rub my cold fingers-
on the sleek shell of the silent night.
I see that all lights of contact are dark,
All lanes to relate us- are blocked.
Nobody will introduce me to the sun,
Nobody will take me- to the gathering of doves.
Keep the flight in mind,
The bird may die.
Translation: Maryam Dilmaghani, September 2006, Montreal
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12/3/2024 11:55:37 PM # 1.0.0
to me, Forough had passed through many hard obstacles in her life but she got progress and was brave to send out her voice to all women and more important the world. Being a man or woman is not important but doing good is all I need. The future world needs bravery and freedom