I am sending- <br />my warmest greetings to the sun, <br />and to the tender rivers that streamed in my veins, <br />and to the raining clouds that forever carried- my endless dreams- <br />to the other side. <br /> <br />Also, <br />my greetings go- <br />to the poplar trees in the yard- <br />and their sore but graceful aging- <br />under the comes and goes of sun: <br />They escorted me in all chilly visits- <br />of dry times. <br /> <br /> <br />And, <br />I am sending my greetings to the dark crowd of crows: <br />They always brought me the refreshing scent of nightly crops. <br /> <br />And, <br />my greetings go to my mother- <br />who stayed and lived in the mirror, <br />and looked like my aged face. <br /> <br />And my greetings to this earth, this generous earth- <br />that the thrill of repeating me, filled its aroused inside- with countless greening seeds. <br /> <br />**&** <br /> <br />I will come, I will come, <br />I will arrive. <br /> <br />I will arrive: <br />With my flowing locks: <br />the winged scent of Earth; <br />With my eyes: <br />the bright insight of Night. <br /> <br />And I will bring to you- <br />all the flowers that I picked- <br />from the other side of the wall. <br /> <br />I will come, I will come, <br />I will arrive. <br /> <br />I will arrive! <br />And then, <br />all the closed gates will be shattered by Love, <br />And all the forsaken isles will be invaded by Love, <br />And there, I will greet everybody who loves. <br /> <br />And, I know: <br />There will be a girl, <br />still standing in front of the gates, <br />those soaked gates- <br />in the Deluge of Love. <br />I will greet her again as well. <br />I will greet her again as well. <br /> <br /> <br />Translation: Maryam Dilmaghani, September 2006, Montréal.<br /><br />Forough Farrokhzad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-will-greet-the-sun-again/
