Thursday, 2 June 2011

More Persian Love Poetry

I said I felt pain for you; you said my pain would pass.
        I asked you to be my moon; you said, if she appears.
I said, learn from lovers the custom of faithfulness;
        You said seldom is this the custom of the moon-faced.
I said I wanted to hold your attention;
        You said it is like a night thief and will come another way.


translated by Vesta Sarkhosh Curtis

Persian Love Poetry (London: The British Museum Press, 2005), 58.

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