Forough Farrokhzad

(5 January 1935 - 14 February 1967 / Tehran)

Forough Farrokhzad Poems

1. Age Seven 12/29/2011
2. Another Birth 12/29/2011
3. Border Walls 12/29/2011
4. Call To Arms 12/29/2011
5. Conquest Of The Garden 12/29/2011
6. Friday* 12/29/2011
7. Gift 10/9/2010
8. Green Mirage 12/29/2011
9. I Feel Little Garden’s Pain 12/29/2011
10. I Will Greet The Sun Again 12/29/2011
11. It Is Only Sound That Remains 12/29/2011
12. Later On 12/29/2011
13. Love Song 12/29/2011
14. My Beloved 12/29/2011
15. One Day Ali Told His Mom 12/29/2011
16. Only The Sound Will Last 12/29/2011
17. Rebirth 12/29/2011
18. Someone Who Is Like No One 12/29/2011
19. Terrestrial Verses 12/29/2011
20. The Bird May Die... 12/29/2011
21. The Bird Was Just A Bird 12/29/2011
22. The Captive [ Asir ] 12/29/2011
23. The Gift 12/29/2011
24. The Sin [gonah] 12/29/2011
25. The Wall 12/29/2011
26. The Wave 12/29/2011
27. The Wedding Band 12/29/2011
28. The Wind Will Take Us Away 12/29/2011
29. The Wind-Up Doll 12/29/2011
30. To My Sister 12/29/2011
31. Unison 12/29/2011
32. Window 12/29/2011
Best Poem of Forough Farrokhzad

The Sin [gonah]

I sinned a sin full of pleasure,
In an embrace which was warm and fiery.
I sinned surrounded by arms
that were hot and avenging and iron.

In that dark and silent seclusion
I looked into his secret-full eyes.
my heart impatiently shook in my breast
In response to the request of his needful eyes.

In that dark and silent seclusion,
I sat dishevelled at his side.
his lips poured passion on my lips,
I escaped from the sorrow of my crazed heart.

I whispered in his ear the tale of love:
I want you, O life of mine,
I want you, O life-giving ...

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Friday*

My silent Friday,
My deserted Friday,
My Friday: sad, like dusty-
forsaken lanes.

My Friday,
The cold day of ailing, idle thoughts;
The moist day of endless, cruel bore,
My Friday, loaded with grief,

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