3 de janeiro de 2016

From the bitterness of my own soul I speak
From the bitterness of my own soul I speak
When I was silent, my soul was decaying from all shouting
I was doing all day long

Remember that my life is wind
I have become like spilled water
and like those that have died long ago.
And upon my eyelashes are shadows of death
Upon my eyelashes are shadows of death

Leave me, leave me
For my days are a breath...
Leave me before I go to a place from which there is no return
To a dense, dark land

From the bitterness of my own soul I speak
From the bitterness of my own soul I speak
When I was silent, my soul was decaying from all shouting I was doing
all day long
Remember that my life is wind

I have become like spilled water
and like those that have died long ago.
And upon my eyelashes are shadows of death
Upon my eyelashes are shadows of death

Leave me, leave me
For my days are a breath...
Leave me before I go to a place from which there is no return

To a dense, dark land
Oh God, don't commit the soul of your creation to a wild animal. Please don't abandon me.

Remember that my life is wind
And you have condemned me to idleness

Come listen to the song of someone who is singing in the pathless desert
The song of someone who sighs and extends their hands and says
'Woe is me! For my soul, due to my wounds, has become unconscious.'

God help me, because the day is gently fading
and the shadows of evening are lengthening
And our existence,
like a cage full of birds,
is full of the groans of captivity
Like turtledoves, we beg for justice
But there is not any justice
We await the light,
and now (this moment)... is a godsend.

The Neptune Star:
Sometimes at night we see a bright star.
This star is called the Neptune star.
This star is very bright.
The Neptune star is very close to us.
The Neptune star doesn't twinkle at us. 

Forough Farrokhzad, The House is Black (1962).