Selections from Seven Valleys of Love

Classics

My endeavor remains in vain,
His love enslaves me yet again
Whose bravery, O but the one in need,
An ample love, the shore unseen,
Deem and caress the insolence.
When it is love you ache for to gain
Immersed in darkness and opt for the good,
Drink the poison and envision the swain.

Rabeh'eh Quzdari

Wake! And arrive, O darling,
I have the Tavern prepared within.
A cup of wine and a feast
And for you I have clad in bliss
These things I have crafted
From my heart and my dream.

Mahasti Ganjavi

I am the woman, who dwells in grace,
Covered and veiled but audacious.
O, you who behest me to abide by his rules
Do not veil me! Enthrone me! Thus
live the Eve and the Empress.
To zephyrs travel, those who are pretentious
Fairness and goodness are my resting place.
Not every able one is a seaman or has the face,
Not everyone disguised is as pure or chaste.

Padshah Khatoon

O, you who are a man of despair,
Fragile, feeble and not an heir.
You command me about, and howl without care,
But devoid of my aid you cannot
appear or even inhale air.

Zaifie

Contemporary

WITH YOU

Your tender revolt
Contained by the illicit apple
Pounds in red
And your eyes’ shattered diamond
A woman in seclusion
Revolves into a star
With you
On the surface of water
I am thirsty
Place the skies in your eyes
Blaze out the star
So that I can see you
The sea is peaceful
Silent…

Mehri Rahmani

THE SECRET

Locks on the bolt
Secrets behind the doors
And the moist Jasmine perfume
Panting at the night
The jar of thirst in a summer afternoon
This musky willow shade and I
These birds and I, do not sing!

Mahshid Naghashpor

I AM DEPRESSED

I am depressed, ah
I am depressed from this relentless silence
From this hopeless patience
From this quiet cry, this ditch
I am depressed, ah
When will we reach the Sun!
When will we arrive at the garden?!…

Parvaneh Forouhar

THOSE DAYS

Those days
Poetry
Was my room
And wherever I felt unsafe
I gravitated into its eternal sanctuary.

These days
There aren’t any rooms
That can harbor me against the crowd
and behind every window
inside and outside every room
a two-faced clown sneers.

Fereshteh Sari

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Contemporary
WITH YOU Your tender revolt Contained by the illicit apple Pounds in red And your eyes’ shattered diamond A woman in seclusion Revolves into a star With you On the surface of water I am thirsty Place the skies in your eyes Blaze out the star So that I can see you The sea is peaceful Silent… Mehri Rahmani	THE SECRET Locks on the bolt Secrets behind the doors And the moist Jasmine perfume Panting at the night The jar of thirst in a summer afternoon This musky willow shade and I These birds and I, do not sing! Mahshid Naghashpor
I AM DEPRESSED I am depressed, ah I am depressed from this relentless silence From this hopeless patience From this quiet cry, this ditch I am depressed, ah When will we reach the Sun! When will we arrive at the garden?!… Parvaneh Forouhar	THOSE DAYS Those days Poetry Was my room And wherever I felt unsafe I gravitated into its eternal sanctuary. These days There aren’t any rooms That can harbor me against the crowd and behind every window inside and outside every room a two-faced clown sneers. Fereshteh Sari