Romantic

He who says “I love you”

is a sad soloist

having lost his song.

 

I wish love had

a tongue to speak

 

A thousand happy larks

are in your eyes,

A thousand silent canaries

in my throat.

 

I wish

love had a tongue to speak

 

He who says “I love you”

is the bereaved heart of a night

that seeks its moonlight.

 

I wish love had

a tongue to speak

 

A thousand laughing suns

are in your graceful gait,

And a thousand weeping stars

in my yearnings.

 

I wish

love had a tongue to speak.

 


Derafsh-e Mehr
A poem by Ahmad Shamlou
Translated by me
First Published in Derafsh-e Mehr
Featured Image by Lois Greenfield

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