“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.”— The Bird May Die, Forough Farrokhzad
Translation: Maryam Dilmaghani
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