Song - VIEW
My nights are
painted bright with your dream, sweet love
and heavy with your fragrance is my breast.
you fill my eyes
with your presence, sweet love.
giving me more happiness than grief.
like rain washing
through the soil
you have washed my life clean.
love poems, two of them have a place of honor, "Asheqaneh"
and "Mordab ", both of which have been composed in the rhyming
couplets of the Masnavi verse form. So there is a lilting music to
them that evokes a response in the chords embedded in the common unconscious
of the Iranian people. Translating such a poem into English, or any
other language for that matter, means in effect that it will be immediately
robbed of its special musicality. And recreating that music in another
language will naturally produce a different effect on the ear.