My nights are painted bright with your dream...

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.
you are the heartbeat of my burning body;
a fire blazing in the shade of my eyelashes.

You have touched me with the frenzy of poetry;
pouring fire into my songs,
kindling my heart with the fever of love,
thus setting all my poems ablaze, sweet love.

["Love song" by late Forough Farrokhzad, Iranian contemporary poetess and filmmaker, translation into English by Mr. Karim Emami]
[Courtesy of www.forughfarrokhzad.org]